Beggar At The Feast Lyrics - Les Miserables

Ain't it a laugh 

Ain't it a treat 

Hobnbbin' here 

Among the elite 

Here comes a prince 

There goes a jew 

This one's a queer, 

But what can you do 

Paris at me 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 beggars dance 

Watch 'em 'till they drop 

Keep your wits about you and you'll 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 I'm rich as Jesus 

Well, I'll see you all in Hell