How do you do? My name's Gavroche!
These are my people, here's my patch.
Not much to look at, nothing posh.
Nothing that you'd call up to scratch.
This is my school, my high society,
Here in the slums of San Michele.
We live on crumbs of humble piety,
Tough on the teeth, but what the hell.
Think you're poor, think you're free,
Follow me. FOLLOW ME!
There was a time we killed the king,
We tried to chance the world too fast,
Now we've got another king,
He's no better than the last.
This is the land that fought for liberty,
Now when we fight, we fight for bread.
Here is the thing about equality,
Everyone's equal when they're dead.
Take your place, Take your chance
Viva la France, viva la France!
These are my people, here's my patch.
Not much to look at, nothing posh.
Nothing that you'd call up to scratch.
This is my school, my high society,
Here in the slums of San Michele.
We live on crumbs of humble piety,
Tough on the teeth, but what the hell.
Think you're poor, think you're free,
Follow me. FOLLOW ME!
There was a time we killed the king,
We tried to chance the world too fast,
Now we've got another king,
He's no better than the last.
This is the land that fought for liberty,
Now when we fight, we fight for bread.
Here is the thing about equality,
Everyone's equal when they're dead.
Take your place, Take your chance
Viva la France, viva la France!