FOSCO
Time to fly the coop, my doves!
Arriverderci, Londra! No tears, bambini.
You must learn to far la bella figura!
Put on a good show!
Always Count Fosco-he puts on a good show!
(Fosco performs for his animals)
My little friends you are all in this world
that I trust
Now we must find a new home and I see you're non plussed
Now that we've won
and we' have all the spoils
We must see that we don't miss the boat
But you'll forgive me if I take a moment to gloat
You can get away with anything
It all comes down to style
You'll have a captive
audience
As long as you beguile
Yes you can have your cake and eat it
The love of those whom you betray
But you can't get away with anything
If you don't get away
I admit that I'm a criminal
obsessed with perfect crimes
But even one as good as I
can bungle it sometimes
Yes even one who is a genius
can now and then get in a scrape
But no endeavor's a catastrophe
as long as you escape
And we are off! Out that door!
We'll pack our bags my little friends
and leave the scene while we are winners
And long before the story ends
as wealthy unrepentant sinners
We all have got a spot of farce in us
but only some of us are larcenous
And few still the divine thrill in us
that comes from being truly villainous
You can get away with anything
to prove it is my sport
I live to push the boundaries
to break the rules, in short
One must be something of a bounder
if one intends to play this game
There's only one thing that one has to have
one has to have
no shame
Yes I can get away with everything because I
have no shame
