Sailors: I smell women Smell 'em in the air Think I'll drop my anchor In that harbor over there Lovely ladies Smell 'em through the smoke Seven days at sea Can make you hungry for a poke Even stokers need a little stoke!
Whores: Lovely ladies Waiting for a bite Waiting for the customers Who only come at night Lovely ladies Ready for the call Standing up or lying down Or any way at all Bargain prices up against the wall
Old Woman: Come here, my dear Let's see this trinket you wear This bagatelle...
Fantine: Madame, I'll sell it to you...
Old Woman: I'll give you four
Fantine: That wouldn't pay for the chain
Old Woman: I'll give you five, you're far to eager to sell, it's up to you.
Fantine: It's all I have
Old Woman: That's not my fault
Fantine: Please make it ten
Old Woman: No more than five My dear, we all must stay alive!
Whores: Lovely ladies Waiting in the dark Ready for a thick one Or a quick one in the park Long time short time Any time, my dear Cost a little extra if you want to take all year! Quick and cheap is underneath the pier! Crone: What pretty hair What pretty locks you got there What luck you got, it's worth a centime my dear I'll take the lot
Fantine Don't touch me, leave me alone
Crone: Let's make a price, I'll give you all of ten francs Just think of that!
Fantine: It pays a debt
Crone: Just think of that
Fantine: What can I do? It pays a debt. Ten francs may save my poor Cosette!
Pimp: Give me the dirt, who's that bit over there?
Whore 1: A bit of skirt, she's the one sold her hair.
Whore 2: She's got a kid sends her all that she can
Pimp: I might have known There is always some man Lovely lady, come along and join us! Lovely lady!
Whores: Come on dearie, why all the fuss? You're no grander than the rest of us Life has dropped you at the bottom of the heap Join your sisters, make money in your sleep!
[Fantine goes off with one of the sailors.]
That's right dearie, let him have the lot That's right dearie, show him what you've got!
Old men, young men, take 'em as they come Harbor rats and alley cats and any kind of scum Poor men, rich men, leaders of the land See them with their trousers off they're never quite as grand All it takes is money in your hand!
Lovely ladies Going for a song Got a lot of callers But they never stay for long
Fantine: Come on, Captain You can wear your shoes Don't it make a change To have a girl who can't refuse Easy money Lying on a bed Just as well they never see The hate that's in your head Don't they know they're making love To one already dead!