Andrew Lloyd Webber - What a Dreadful Town lyrics

What a dreadful town, what a vulgar place What an awful mistake to have come here To be on display in that shameless way For the crude common lower-cla** scum here How do they dare to treat us so? Father dear, come play with me Come and see this toy I've got What a snub at most from our so-called host Did he think sending freaks would be funny? Could the fool have thought that our pride was bought By his filthy American money? What a farce, what an outright slap in the face It's an utter disgrace I've got a mind to pack and go Never you mind the debts we own Who would believe we've sunk this low? Father please, come play with me Please tell the boy the answer's no Must you make that racket? It's the aria I'm to sing It hurts my head Please, let's not fight, dear I'm sure that no one intended a slight, dear Don't you patronize me It's your fault we came here We need the money, that's all That's why things haven't been right, dear Why doesn't it surprise me That I get the blame here? Let's leave tonight, dear If that would serve to ease Your troubled mind Leave the hurt behind Father dear, come over here And look at what they gave to me Wind the top and father, see Look, it plays a melody I need some air Raoul, please Please what? Nothing, nothing, only Raoul, don't drink anymore Father never plays with me Doesn't he love me?