La Fête Des Fous
Notre Dame De Paris
The Feast of Fools
Gringoire and the crowd:
The feast of fools! The feast of fools! The feast of fools! The feast of fools!
Let me preside
This Feast of Fools
As we do in our town
Where we know how to have fun
The feast of fools! The feast of fools!
Choose the ugliest
Among the people passing by
Make them parade
In the middle of the square
In front of all the folks
Whoever makes
The best grimace
Will be elected
The Pope of fools! The Pope of fools!
He's the one we'll elect
He's the one we'll choose
The Pope of fools The...Feast...Of...Fools...
The feast of fools! The feast of fools! The feast of fools!
The feast of fools! The feast of fools! The feast of fools!
But who is that one
Hiding over there?
Isn't that monster
The one we'll choose?
The Pope of fools! The Pope of fools!
He's the one we'll choose
He's the one we'll choose
The Pope of fools
He's the bell ringer
With a hump on his back
He's truly the ugliest
He's Quasimodo
And to top it off, he's ogling
Poor Esmeralda
Hunchbacked, lame, and one-eyed
He's the one we'll choose
The Pope of fools! The Pope of fools!
He's the one we'll choose!
He's the one we'll choose
Qua-si-mo-do!
He's the one we'll choose!
He's the one we'll choose
The Pope of Fools!
He's the one we'll choose
He's the one we'll choose
Qua-si-mo-do!
The Pope of Fools!
