Lyrics:

Drinkers Come on you old pest Fetch a bottle of your best What's the nectar of the day? [Thenardier enters with a flask of wine.] Thenardier Here, try this lot Guaranteed to hit the spot Or I'm not Thenardieir Drinkers Gissa glass a' rum Landlord, over here! Thenardier [To himself] Right away, you scum [To customer] Right away, M'sieur Drinkers God this place has gone to hell So you tell me every year Mine host Thenardier He was there so they say, At the field of Waterloo Got there, it's true When the fight was all through But he knew just what to do Crawling through the mud So I've heard it said Picking through the pockets Of the English dead He made a tidy score From the spoils of war Thenardier My band of soaks My den of dissolutes My dirty jokes, my always pissed as newts. My sons of whores Spent their lives in my inn Homing pigeons homing in Then fly through my doors And their money's as good as yours Drinkers Ain't got a clue What he put in this stew Must have scraped it off the street God what a wine! Chateau Neuf de Turpentine Must have pressed it with his feet Landlord over here! Where's the bloody man? One more for the road! Thenardier, one more slug o' gin. Just one more, or my old man is gonna do me in. [Thenardier greets a new customer.] Thenardier Welcome, M'sieur Sit yourself down And meet the best Innkeeper in town As for the rest All of 'em crooks Rooking their guests And cooking the books Seldom do you see Honest men like me