LORD ADALBERT:
Why are all the D'Ysquiths dying?
What could explain this tragic family curse?
A night or two ago
We were at Fidelio
He's stood and booed the mezzo
And today he's in a hearse!

If I should say I wasn't concerned
I would be lying
One doesn't like to think of one's demise
With such events you see
how fragile life can be
It rather makes me wonder if the
Next one will be me

ENSEMBLE:
So tell me
Why are all the D'Ysquith's Dying?

LORD ADALBERT:
The family tree's been whittled down to size

ENSEMBLE:
It's just a twig now!

LORD ADALBERT:
There's almost no one left to eulogize

ENSEMBLE:
Except for you, dear

ALL:
Let us pray no other D'ysquith dies!