If I owned Les Mis, Gavroche would take the place of Cosette here… *glares…*



The city of Paris has a rhythm

And me? I'm the drummer

If I pause to show my kindness

For sure I'd get more thinner



If I continue this folly

Until I starve to death

What shall I have accomplished

By wasting my final breath?



"Do unto others as you would

Want them to do to you"

This ain't the motto of Paris

And I ain't got more than a sou



But Paris shall have more drummers

To keep the beat in time

So here's some bread, enfants

I didn't commit no big crime



I hope you live a little longer

I hope you be happy with your wings

I hope I saved your lives, m'boys

I'm so glad I've taught you how to sing.



We watch from above

Us departed from the world

Eponine has her Marius

Fantine has her Cosette

Monsieur Valjean has them both.

But who do I have?

Les Amis have their republic

L'Inspecteur has his law

But who do I have?



I have you.