The Sword In The Stone


The Sword In The Stone (Beginning Credits)
Higitus Figitus
That's What Makes The World Go 'Round
A Most Bedfuddling Thing
Mad Madam Mim


The Sword In The Stone (Beginning Credits)
Chorus

A legend is sung of
when England was young
And knights were brave and bold
The good king had died
And no one could decide
Who was rightful heir
to the throne

It seemed that the land
would be torn by a war
Or saved by a miracle alone
And that miracle appeared
in London town
The sword in the stone.



Higitus Figitus
Merlin

Hockety Pockety Wokety Wack
Abra Cabra Dabra Nack
Shrink in size very small
We’ve got to save enough room for all

Higitus Figitus Migitus Mum
Presti-digi-tonium
Alica Fez
Balica Zez
Malaca Mez Meripides
Hockety Pockety Wokety Whoa!…

Hockety Pockety Wokety Wack
Odds and ends and Bric-a-brac

Dum, doodily
doodily, doodily, dum

Higitus Figitus Migitus Mum
Presti-digi-tonium
Higitus Figitus Migitus Mum
Presti-digi-tonium



That’s What Makes The World Go ‘Round
Merlin, Wart & Chorus

Merlin
Left and right
Like day and night
That’s what makes the world go ‘round

In and out
Thin and stout
That’s what makes the world go ‘round

For every up there is a down
For every square 

Wart
There is a round

Merlin
For every high 

Wart
There is a low

Merlin
For every to 

Wart
There is a fro

Merlin
To and fro
Stop and go
That’s what makes the world go ‘round
In and out
Thin and stout

Set your sights
Upon the heights
Don’t be a mediocrity
Don’t just wait
And trust to fate
And say that’s how
It’s meant to be
It’s up to you
How far you go
If you don’t try
You’ll never know
And so my lad
As I’ve explained
Nothing ventured
Nothing gained

Wart
For every to there is a fro
For every stop there is a go
And that’s what makes the world go ‘round!



A Most Bedfuddling Thing
Merlin

It's a state of being
a frame of mind
It's a most befuddling thing
And to every being of every kind

It is discombooberating
You're wasting time resisting
You'll find the more you do
The more she'll keep insisting
Her him has
got to be you

It's a rough game anyone knows
There are no rules, anything goes
There's no logical explanation
For this discombooberation
It's a most bemuddling
most befuddling thing

There's no sensible explanation
For this discombooberation
It's a most hodge-podgical
Most illogical
Most confusiling
Most bamboozing
Most befuddling
Thing!



Mad Madam Mim
Mad Madam Mim

With only a touch
I have the power
zim zaba rim bim
to wither a flower
I find delight in the
gruesome and grim

'cause I'm the magnificent
marvellous
mad Madam Mim

I can be huge
fill a whole house
I can be tiny,
small as a mouse
black sorcery is my dish of tea
it comes easy to me

'cause I'm the
magnificent, marvellous
mad Madam Mim!

I can be beautiful, lovely and fair
Silvery voice, long purple hair
la la la la la, la la la la la
la la la la la
but it's only skin deep
for zim zaberim zim
I'm an ugly old creep

Magnificent, marvellous
mad, mad, mad, mad
Madam Mim!