Beggars At The Feast Lyrics - Les Miserables

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( CHOIR
Ring out the bells upon this day of days
May all the angels of the Lord above
In jubilation sing their songs of praise
And crown this blessed time with peace and love)

M.Th'nardier
Ain't it a laugh,
Ain't it a treat,
Hobnobbing 'ere among the elite?

There goes a prince,
Here comes a Jew,
This one's a queer, but what can you do?

Paris at me feet,
Paris in the dust,
And 'ere's me breakin' 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

Prayin' to the Lord on Sundays,
Prayin' for the gifts he'll send

M. and Mdm. Thénardier
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 here

We know where the wind is blowin',
Money is the stuff we smell
And when we're rich as Croesus, Jesus,
Won't we see you all in hell!

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