Wedding Chorale / Beggars At The Feast

Ring out the bells upon this day of days
 May all the angels of the Lord above
 In jubilation sing their songs of praise (In jubilation sing their songs of praise)
 And crown these blessed times with peace and love (And crown these blessed times with peace and love)
 The Baron and Baroness de Thenard wish to pay their respects to the groom!
 Ain't it a laugh?
 Ain't it a treat?
 Hob-nobbing here amongst the elite
 Here comes a prince
 There goes a Jew
 This one's a queer
 But what can you do?
 Paris at my 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 buggers dance
 Watch 'em til they drop
 Keep your wits about you and you 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 we're rich as Croesus
 Jesus, won't we see you all in hell!