Why Did I Listen to That Man?

Why did I listen to that man?
Why did I listen to
The nature of his plan?
And when he talked
I should have balked!
I should have walked!
I should have ran!
Why did I listen to that man?
Why did I listen to that crook?
A little bribe in cash is all it really took
That’s how that craven
Toilet maven
Made me cave in
I’m a schnook!
Why did I listen to that crook?
You lied to us, Cladwell!
You told us one thing, then you did another!
That’s what you did, Cladwell!
That’s what you did!
Now we’ve finally got you!
Now you’re in our claws!
Captured in our city
Of laws!
There’s no trial or jury,
Nothing to discuss.
Now the law is speaking
Through us!
You’ll get Urinetown!
Off with you to Urinetown!
Away with you to Urinetown!
Now, no more fuss.
Let go of me! I have to save Hope!
There’s no saving Hope now, Miss Pennywise.
There may be no saving you!
Oh, no? Then take that! And that! And this! And a few of these!
Why did I listen to that boy?
He spoke of hopes and dreams
It filled me with such joy
How can I know
He loved me so?
Was it for show?
Was I his toy?
Why did I listen to that boy?
Why did I listen to that cad?
Why did I listen to my dad?
I went to work for him
He said he was so glad.
Was he sincere?
And now it’s clear
And now I fear that I’ve been had!
Why did I listen to
That crook/that cad/my dad/my heart
So what’s it like, this «Urinetown» that I’ve heard so much about?
Perhaps better for us to show you.
Wait a minute, you’re just going to throw me off this roof and tha’s
supposed to be Urinetown?
Death is Urinetown?
That’s one interpretation.
Why did I listen to my heart?
I heard its call and made
This revolution start
So let the throng
Take up my song!
Make Cladwell see
That he is wrong
Why did I listen to my heart?
Why did I listen to my heart?
I heard its call and made
This revolution start
So let the throng
Take up my song!
Make Cladwell see
That he is wrong.
Why did I listen to my h-h-h-h-h-h-
Why did I listen to that
Cad!
Bad!
Dad!
Why did I listen to my
Heart!
A shovel and a mop, Mr. Barrel. You know the drill.