When right before the witching hour Wisps a far Go past the glower Both the count and the countess Run secretly for its caress When you find the night is sour That you spend with schopenhauer You are ready to confess You hate victorian nobless And so you can't stop proding me Although you are a prodigy And i am just a small genie But if you really want to see all that i am or wish to be Just keep me some company There's nothing to be proud of and nothing to regret When you are with the phantom of the operette There's nothing to be proud of and nothing to regret When you are with the phantom of the operette When you're musing in your bower Right before the witching hour Both the count and the countess Know its compassion reexpress Conceiled behind the candy flower You can speak out in this tower The crit du ceur that you surpress Enough magnarian tristesse You radiate Regality But there is no egality So we create some harmony But if you really wan't to see all that we are or wish to be Just keep us some company There's nothing to be proud of and nothing to regret 'Cause i am with the phantom of the operette There's nothing to be proud of and nothing to regret When you are with the phantom of the operette There's nothing to be proud of and nothing to regret When you are the phantom of the operette