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Come on you old
Fetch a bottle of best
the nectar of the day?

[Thenardier enters a flask of wine.]

Here, try lot
Guaranteed to hit the
Or I'm not

Gissa a' rum
Landlord, here!

[To Right away, you scum
[To customer] away, M'sieur

My of soaks
My den of
My jokes, my always pissed as newts.
My of whores
Spend lives in my inn
pigeons homing in
Then fly through my
And their money's as good as

greets a new customer.]

Welcome,
Sit down
And meet the
Innkeeper in
As for the
All of 'em
Rooking guests
And cooking the
do you see
Honest men me
A gent of good
content to be

Master of the
Doling out the
Ready with a
And an open
a saucy tale
Makes a little
Customers appreciate a
to do a friend a favor
Doesn't me to be nice
But nothing gets you
has got a little price!

Master of the
of the zoo
Ready to 'em
Of a sou or two
Watering the
Making up the
Pickin' up knick-knacks
When they can't see
Everybody a landlord
Everybody's bosom
I do whatever Jesus!
Won't I 'em in the end!

Thenardier &
of the house
Quick to yer eye
wants a passerby
To him by
to the poor
Butler to the
Comforter, philosopher,
And mate!
Everybody's companion
chaperone

But lock up your
Jesus! I skin you to the bone!

[To new customer...]

Enter
Lay your load
Unlace your
And rest from the
This a ton
a curse
But we strive
To lighten purse
Here the is cooked
Here the fat is
And nothing's
Till I'm

beyond compare
Food belief
Mix it in a
And it's beef
of a horse
of a cat
Filling up the
With and that

are more than welcome
Bridal is occupied
charges
Plus little extras on the side!
'em for the lice
Extra for the
Two percent for looking in the mirror
Here a little
a little cut
Three percent for sleeping with the window
When it comes to prices
are a lot of tricks he knows
How it all
All those and pieces
Jesus! It's how it grows!

& Chorus:
Master of the
Quick to yer eye
wants a passerby
To him by
to the poor
Butler to the
Comforter, philosopher,
And mate!
Everybody's boon
'em everything he's got

Dirty bunch of
Jesus! What a sorry lot!

Mme.
I to dream
I would meet a prince
But God Almighty,
Have you seen happened since?
of the house?
Isn't me spit!
`Comforter,
- and shit!
Cunning little
Voltaire
Thinks quite a lover
But not much there
a cruel trick of nature
Landed me with a louse
God how I've lasted
with this bastard in the house!

Thenardier &
of the house!

Mme.
and a half!

Thenardier &
Comforter,

Mme.
Don't me laugh!

& Drinkers:
Servant to the
to the great

Mme.
Hypocrite and
And inebriate!

Thenardier &
bless the landlord!
Everybody his spouse!

Everybody a glass!

Mme.
Raise it up the ass!

Everybody raise a glass to the of the house!