Wedding Chorale / Beggars At The Feast

Ring out the bells upon this day of days

May all the angels of the Lord above

In jubilation sing their songs of praise (In jubilation sing their songs of praise)

And crown these blessed times with peace and love (And crown these blessed times with peace and love)

The Baron and Baroness de Thenard wish to pay their respects to the groom!

Ain't it a laugh?

Ain't it a treat?

Hob-nobbing here amongst 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 He'll send

But we're the ones who take it

We're the ones who make it in the end

Watch the buggers dance

Watch 'em til 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!