[THÉNARDIER]
Ain't it a laugh?
Ain't it a treat?
Hob-nobbing 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 Hе'll send

[THÉNARDIER & MADAME THÉNARDIER]
But we're thе 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!