Master of the House

[Eumenides]

It's stuck in my brain.

ANd I'm singing again. I think that's violating a court order.

Help?!!

 

[Private Vasquez]

I don't know that song...but you could be livin' in box. Livin' in a cardboard box.

 

[Laurel]

Damn your nails are sexy PV.

Why is your hand in a sandal?

 

[Private Vasquez]

Thanks, kitty momma! That's not my hand, though.

And I can't seem to figure out why my shoes don't fit.

 

[Eumenides]

Madame Thernadier and her hubby sing it.

I want to be Madame Thernadier.

Then I can sing...Hypocrite and toady and inebriate...

 

[SINthysist]

Comforter, Philosopher and Life long friend...

Everybody raise a glass (raise it up the master's arse)

Everybody raise a glass to the master of the house...

 

[SINthysist]

...cunning little brain,
Regular Voltaire,
Thinks he's quite a lover,
but there's not much there...

 

[SINthysist]

When it comes to fixing prices,
There are lot's of tricks he knows...

 

[SINthysist]

EVERYBODY RAISE A GLASS TO THE MASTER OF THE HOUSE!























okay, now I can't get it out of my head. I'll be Les Miserable for the rest of the morning!

 

[SINthysist]

I like them in the sewer,

Most of them are goner's, so they won't miss much...

 

[miles]

I used to dream
That I would meet a prince
But God Almighty,
Have you seen what's happened since?
`Master of the house?'
Isn't worth me spit!
`Comforter, philosopher'
- and lifelong shit!

 

[Cheyenne]

Thanks, kitty momma! That's not my hand, though.

And I can't seem to figure out why my shoes don't fit.

OMG, those are TOES. I thought it was fingers in some kind of device for holding your hand while you got a manicure. Can you tell it has been a million years since I went to get one myself?