[00:03.211]Thenardier:
[00:03.512]Ain't it a laugh?
[00:05.295]Ain't it a treat?
[00:07.089]Hob-nobbin' here
[00:08.744]Among the elite?
[00:12.634]Here comes a prince
[00:14.298]There goes a Jew.
[00:15.869]This one's a queer
[00:17.682]But what can you do?
[00:22.558]Paris at my feet
[00:25.993]Paris in the dust
[00:29.120]And here's me breaking bread
[00:31.448]With the upper crust!
[00:34.837]Beggar at the feast!
[00:36.264]Master of the dance!
[00:37.658]Life is easy pickings
[00:38.764]If you grab your chance.
[00:40.329]Everywhere you go
[00:41.801]Law-abiding folk
[00:42.996]Doing what is decent
[00:44.461]But they're mostly broke!
[00:45.837]Singing to the Lord on Sundays
[00:48.824]Praying for the gifts He'll send.
[00:51.071]M. and Mme. Thenardier:
[00:51.936]But we're the ones who take it
[00:52.683]We're the ones who make it in the end!
[00:56.889]Watch the buggers dance
[00:58.151]Watch 'em till they drop
[00:59.597]Keep your wits about you
[01:00.948]And you stand on top!
[01:02.515]Masters of the land
[01:03.703]Always get our share
[01:05.032]Clear away the barricades
[01:06.466]And we're still there!
[01:07.838]We know where the wind is blowing
[01:10.617]Money is the stuff we smell.
[01:13.181]And when we're rich as Croesus
[01:14.861]Jesus! Won't we see you all in hell!
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Thenardier:
Ain't it a laugh?
Ain't it a treat?
Hob-nobbin' here
Among the elite?
Here comes a prince
There goes a Jew.
This one's a queer
But what can you do?
Paris at my feet
Paris in the dust
And here's me breaking bread
With the upper crust!
Beggar at the feast!
Master of the dance!
Life is easy pickings
If you grab your chance.
Everywhere you go
Law-abiding folk
Doing what is decent
But they're mostly broke!
Singing to the Lord on Sundays
Praying for the gifts He'll send.
M. and Mme. Thenardier:
But we're the ones who take it
We're the ones who make it in the end!
Watch the buggers dance
Watch 'em till they drop
Keep your wits about you
And you stand on top!
Masters of the land
Always get our share
Clear away the barricades
And we're still there!
We know where the wind is blowing
Money is the stuff we smell.
And when we're rich as Croesus
Jesus! Won't we see you all in hell!