The Robbery

Everyone here, you know your place Brujon, Babet, Claqusous! You, Montparnasse, watch for the law With Eponine, take care You turn on the tears No mistakes, my dears These bloody students on our streets Here they come slumming once again Our Eponine would kiss their feet She never had a scrap of brain Hey, Eponine, what's up today I haven't seen you much about Here, you can always catch me in Mind the police don't catch you out Here, whatcher doing with all them books I could have been a student, too Don't judge a girl on how she looks I know a lot of things, I do Poor Eponine, the things you know You wouldn't find in books like these I like the way you grow your hair I like the way you always tease Little he knows, little he sees Here's the old boy, stay on the job And watch out for the law Stay out of this But Eponine You'll be in trouble here It's not your concern You'll be in the clear Who is that man? Leave me alone Why is he here? Hey, Eponine! I didn't see you there, forgive me Please M'sieur, come this way Here's a child that ain't eaten today Save a life, spare a sou God rewards all the good that you do Wait a bit, I know that face Ain't the world a remarkable place? Men like me don't forget You're the bastard that borrowed Cosette What is this? Are you mad? No, Monsieur, you don't know what you do You know me, you know me I'm a con, just like you It's the police! Disappear! Run for it! It's Javert! Another brawl in the square Another stink in the air Was there a witness to this? Well, let him speak to Javert M'sieur, the streets are not safe But let these vermin beware We'll see that justice is done Look upon this fine collection Crawled from underneath a stone This swarm of worms and maggots Could have picked you to the bone I know this man over here I know his name and his trade And on your witness, M'sieur We'll see him suitably paid But where's the gentleman gone And why on earth did he run? You will have a job to catch him He's the one you should arrest No more bourgeois when you scratch him Than that brand upon his chest! Could it be he's some old jailbird That the tide now washes in? Heard my name and started running Had the brand upon his skin And the girl who stood beside him When I turned they both had gone Could he be the man I've hunted? Could it be he's Jean Valjean? In the absence of a victim Dear Inspector, may I go? And remember when you've nicked him It was me who told you so! Let the old man keep on running I will run him off his feet Everyone about your business Clear this garbage off the street