Zephyr: You mean if ever
I'm in any kind of great big mess or trouble

Quasimodo:I’d be right there
We'll be a pair

Zephyr:You mean you'll never leave me all alone
We’ll always be a double, we two

Quasimodo:That's the arithmetic
I'd stick with you

Zephyr:Just say we're hanging by a rope above an evil witch's brew pot
It's bubbling blue
With sticky goo
Our rope gives way and then we crash and make a splash
Inside her stew pot of glue

Quasimodo: Even if you're sticky slick
I'd stick with you
I’m sticking to you

Zephyr: Hey, no fair!

Quasimodo: Can’t help that, we're stuck together

(Zephyr yawns)

Zephyr: (Groggily) Best friends

Quasimodo:...And we always will be...always
Through all the thin and thick
Closer than frack and frick
We two will do the trick
I’d stick with you
Fast as the clock can tick
I'd be there just as quick
No one I'd rather pick
I'd stick with you