Clopin Morning in Paris, the city awakes To the bells of Notre Dame The fisherman fishes, the bakerman bakes To the bells of Notre Dame To the big bells as loud as the thunder To the little bells soft as a psalm And some say the soul of the city's The toll of the bells The bells of Notre Dame Dark was the night when our tale was begun On the docks near Notre Dame Four frightened gypsies slid silently under The docks near Notre Dame But a trap had been laid for the gypsies And they gazed up in fear and alarm At a figure whose clutches Were iron as much as the bells The bells of Notre Dame Chorus Kyrie Eleison Clopin Judge Claude Frollo longed to purge the world Of vice and sin Chorus Kyrie Eleison Clopin And he saw corruption ev'rywhere Except within Chorus Dies Irae, dies illa Solvet saeclum in favilla Teste David cum sibylla Quantus tremor est futurus Quando Judex est venturus Archdeacon See there the innocent blood you have spilt On the steps of Notre Dame Now you would add this child's blood to your guilt On the steps of Notre Dame You can lie to yourself and your minions You can claim that you haven't a qualm But you never can run from Nor hide what you've done from the eyes The very eyes of Notre Dame Chorus Kyrie Eleison Clopin And for one time in his life Of power and control Chorus Kyrie Eleison Clopin Frollo felt a twinge of fear For his immortal soul Frollo Just so he's kept locked away Where no one else can see Even this foul creature may Yet prove one day to be Of use to me Clopin Now here is a riddle to guess if you can Sing the bells of Notre Dame Who is the monster and who is the man? Clopin and Chorus Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells Bells, bells, bells, bells Bells of Notre Dame Music by Alan Menken • Lyrics by Stephen Schwartz Vocals: Paul Kandel, David Ogden Stiers, Tony Jay & Chorus Latin Lyrics adapted by Stephen Schwartz ©1996 Wonderland Music Company, Inc. (BMI)/ Walt Disney Music Company (ASCAP) Crowd Come one, come all! Leave your looms and milking stools Coop the hens and pen the mules Come one, come all! Close the churches and the schools It's the day for breaking rules Come and join the feast of... Clopin Fools! Once a year we throw a party here in town Once a year we turn all Paris upside down Ev'ry man's a king and ev'ry king's a clown Once again it's Topsy Turvy Day It's the day the devil in us gets released It's the day we mock the prig and shock the priest Ev'rything is topsy turvy at the Feast of Fools! Crowd Topsy turvy! Clopin Everything is upsy daisy! Crowd Topsy turvy! Clopin Ev'ry one is acting crazy Dross is gold and weeds are a bouquet That's the way on Topsy Turvy Day All Topsy turvy! Clopin & Crowd Beat the drums and blow the trumpets All Topsy turvy! Clopin & Crowd Join the bums and thieves and strumpets Streaming in from Chartres to Calais... Clopin Scurvy knaves are extra scurvy On the sixth of "Januervy" Clopin & Crowd All because it's Topsy Turvy Day! Clopin Come one, come all! Hurry, hurry, here's your chance See the myst'ry and romance Come one, come all See the finest girl in France Make an entrance to entrance Dance la Esmeralda... Dance! Here it is, the moment you've been waiting for Here it is, you know exactly what's in store Now's the time we laugh until our sides get sore Now's the time we crown the King of Fools! So make a face that's horrible and frightening Make a face as gruesome as a gargoyle's wing For the face that's ugliest will be the King of Fools! Why? Crowd Topsy turvy! Clopin Ugly folk, forget your shyness... Crowd Topsy turvy! Clopin You could soon be called Your Highness! Crowd Put your foulest features on display Be the king of Topsy Turvy Day! Clopin Ev'rybody! Crowd Clopin Once a year we throw a party Here in town Hail to the king! Once year we turn all Paris Upside down Oh what a king! Once a year the ugliest Will wear a crown Girls, give a kiss Once a year on Topsy Turvy Day We've never had a king like this Clopin & Crowd And it's the day we do the things that we deplore On the other three hundred and sixty-four Once a year we love do drop in Where the beer is never stoppin' For the chance to pop some popinjay And pick a king who'll put the "top" in Topsy Turvy Day! Mad and crazy, upsy-daisy, Topsy Turvy Day! Music by Alan Menken • Lyrics by Stephen Schwartz Vocals: Paul Kandel & Chorus ©1996 Wonderland Music Company, Inc. (BMI)/ Walt Disney Music Company (ASCAP) Hugo Paris, the city of lovers Is glowing this evening True, that's because it's on fire But still, there's "l'amour" Somewhere out there in the night Her heart is also alight And I know the guy she just might Be burning for... A guy like you She's never known, kid A guy like you A girl does not meet ev'ry day You've got a look That's all you're own, kid Could there be two? Victor & Lavern Like you? All Three No way! Hugo Those other guys That she could dangle All look the same From ev'ry boring point of view You're a surprise From ev'ry angle Mon Dieu above She's gotta love A guy like you Victor A guy like you Gets extra credit Because it's true You've got a certain something more Hugo You're aces, kid Laverne You see that face You don't forget it Victor & Laverne Want something new? Hugo That's you All Three For sure! Laverne We all have gaped At some Adonis Victor But then we crave a meal More nourishing to chew Hugo And since you're shaped Like a croissant is All Three No question of She's gotta love A guy like you! Laverne Call me a hopeless romantic But quasi, I feel it Victor She want's you so Any moment she'll walk through that door All Three For Hugo Victor & Laverne A guy so swell A guy like you With all you bring her I tell you, Quasi A fool could tell There never was It's why she fell Another, was he? For You-know-who From king to serf To the bourgeoisie You ring the bell They're all a second-stringer All Three You're the bell ringer! When she wants ooh-la-la Then she wants you la-la She will discover, guy You're one heckuva guy Who wouldn't love a guy Like you? Hugo You got a lot The rest have not She's gotta love A guy like you! Music by Alan Menken • Lyrics by Stephen Schwartz Vocals: Jason Alexander, Charles Kimbrough & Mary Wickes/Mary Stout ©1996 Wonderland Music Company, Inc. (BMI)/ Walt Disney Music Company (ASCAP) Dies irae, dies illa Solvet saeclum in favilla Quando Judex est venturus Confutatis maledictis Flammis acribus addictis Voca me cum benedictis Confutatis maledictis Gere curam mei finis Music by Alan Menken Latin lyrics adapted by Stephen Schwartz ©1996 Wonderland Music Company, Inc. (BMI)/ Walt Disney Music Company (ASCAP) Someday When we are wiser When the world's older When we have learned I pray Someday we may yet live to live and let live Someday Life will be fairer Need will be rarer Greed will no pay God speed This bright milennium On its way Let it come Someday Someday Our fight will be won then We'll stand in the sun then That bright afternoon till then On days when the sun is gone We'll hang on Wish upon the moon There are some days dark and bitter Seems we haven't got a prayer But a prayer for someday better Is the one thing we all share Someday When we are wiser When the world's older When we have learned I pray Someday we may yet live To live and let live Someday Life will be fairer Need will be rarer Greed will not pay God speed This bright milennium Let it come Wish upon the moon One day Someday Soon Music by Alan Menken • Lyrics by Stephen Schwartz Vocals: All-4-One ©1996 Wonderland Music Company, Inc. (BMI)/ Walt Disney Music Company (ASCAP)

Frollo The world is cruel The World is wicked It's I alone whom you can trust in this whole city I am your only friend I who keep you, teach you, feed you, dress you I who look upon you without fear How can I protect you, boy, unless you Always stay in here Away in here? Frollo You are deformed Quasimodo I am deformed And You are ugly And I am ugly And these are crimes For which the world Shows little pity You do not comprehend You are my one defender Out there they'll revile you As a monster I am a monster... Out there they wil hate And scorn and jeer Only a monster... Why invite their calumny And consternation> Stay in here Be faithful to me I'm faithful Grateful to me I'm grateful Do as I say Obey And stay I'll stay In here In here Quasimodo Safe behind these windows and these parapets of stone Gazing at the people down below me All my life I watch them as I hide up here alone Hungry for the histories they show me All my life I memorize their faces Knowing them as they will never know me All my life I wonder how it feels to pass a day Not above them But part of them And out there Living in the sun Give me one day out there All I ask is one To hold forever Out there Where they all live unaware What I'd give What I'd dare Just to live one day out there Out there among the millers and the weavers and their wives Through the roofs and gables I can see them Ev'ry day they shout and scold and go about their lives Heedless of the gift it is to be them If I was in their skin I'd treasure ev'ry instant Out there Strolling by the Seine Taste a morning Out there Like ordinary men Who freely walk about there Just one day and then I swear I'll be content With my share Won't resent Won't despair Old and bent I won't care I'll have spent One day Out there Music by Alan Menken • Lyrics by Stephen Schwartz Vocals: Tony Jay & Tom Hulce ©1996 Wonderland Music Company, Inc. (BMI)/ Walt Disney Music Company (ASCAP) Agnus Dei Qui trollis Peccata mundi Agnus Dei Dona Nobis Pacem Music by Alan Menken Latin lyrics adapted by Stephen Schwartz ©1996 Wonderland Music Company, Inc. (BMI)/ Walt Disney Music Company (ASCAP) Esmeralda I don't know if You can hear me Or if You're even there I don't know if You would listen To a gypsy's prayer Yes, I know I'm just an outcast I shouldn't speak to You Still I see Your face and wonder Were You once an outcast too? God help the outcasts Hungry from birth Show them the mercy They don't find on earth God help my people We look to You still God help the outcasts Or nobody will Parishioners I ask for wealth I ask for fame I ask for glory to shine on my name I ask for love I can possess I ask for God and His angels to bless me Esmeralda I ask for nothing I can get by But I know so many Less lucky than I Please help my people The poor and downtrod I thought we all were The children of god God thelp the outcasts Children of God Music by Alan Menken • Lyrics by Stephen Schwartz Vocals: Heidi Mollenhauer & Chorus ©1996 Wonderland Music Company, Inc. (BMI)/ Walt Disney Music Company (ASCAP) Quasimodo So many times out there I've watched a happy pair Of lovers walking in the night They had a kind of glow around them It almost looked like heaven's light I knew I'd never know That warm and loving glow Though I might wish with all my might No face as hideous as my face Was ever meant for heaven's light But suddenly an angel has smiled at me And kissed my cheek without a trace of fright I dare to dream that she Might even care for me And as I ring these bells tonight My cold dark tower seems so bright I swear it must be heaven's light Priests Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti Beatae Mariae semper Virgini Beato Michaeli archangelo Sanctis apostolis onmibus sanctis Frollo Beata Maria You know that I am a righteous man Of my virtue I am justly proud Priests Et tribi Pater Frollo Beata Maria You know I'm so much purer than The common, vulgar, weack, licentious crowd Priests Quia peccavi nimis Frollo Then tell me, Maria Why I see her dancing there Why her smold'ring eyes still scorch my soul Priests Cogitatione Frollo I feel her, I see her The sun caught in her raven hair Is blazing in me out of all control Priests Verbo et opare Frollo Like fire Hellfire This fire in my skin This burning Desire Is turning me to sin Frollo Priests It's not my fault Mea culpa I'm not to blame Mea culpa It's the gypsy girl The witch who sent this flame Mea maxima culpa It's not my fault Mea culpa If in God's plan Mea culpa He made the devil so much Stronger than a man Mea maxima culpa Frollo Protect me, Maria Don't let this siren cast her spell Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone Destroy Esmeralda And let her taste the fires of hell Or else let her be mine and mine alone Hell fire Dark fire Now gypsy, it's your turn Choose me or Your pyre Be mine or you will burn Frollo Priests Kyrie Eleison God have mercy on her Kyrie Eleison God have mercy on me Kyrie Eleison Frollo But she will be mine Or she will burn! Music by Alan Menken • Lyrics by Stephen Schwartz Vocals: Tom Hulce, Tony Jay & Chorus Latin Lyrics adapted by Stephen Schwartz ©1996 Wonderland Music Company, Inc. (BMI)/ Walt Disney Music Company (ASCAP) Clopin and Gypsies Maybe you've heard of a terrible place Where the scoundrels of Paris Collect in a lair Maybe you've heard of that mythical place Called the Court of Miracles Hello, you're there! Where the lame can walk And the blind can see But the dead don't talk So you won't be around To reveal what you've found We have a method for spies and intruders Rather like hornets protecting their hive Here in the Court of Miracles Where it's a miracle if you get out alive Clopin Justice is swift in the Court of Miracles I am the lawyers and judge all in one We like to get the trial over with quickly Because it's the sentance that's really the fun! Now that we've seen all the evidence... Puppet Wait! I object! Clopin Overruled! Puppet I object! Clopin Quiet! Puppet Dang! Clopin We find you totally innocent... Which is the worst crime of all... All So you're going to hang! Music by Alan Menken • Lyrics by Stephen Schwartz Vocals: Paul Kandel & Chorus ©1996 Wonderland Music Company, Inc. (BMI)/ Walt Disney Music Company (ASCAP) Judex crederis esse venturus In te, Domine, speravi Non confundar in aeternum Salvum fac populum tuum Judex crederis Libera me Domine Libera me Domine de morte aeterna In die ella tremenda Quando caeli movendi sunt Caeli et terra Dum veneris judicae O, salutaris hostia Quae caeli pandis ostium Bella premunt hostilia Da robur, fer auxilium Sit sempiterna glora Sit sempiterna glora Sit sempiterna glora Gloria, gloria semper Sanctus, sanctus in excelsis Mors stupebit et natura cum resurget creatura Judicanti responsurra Judex ergo cum sedebit Nil inultum remanebit Quem patronum rogaturus Cum vix justus sit securus? Juste Judex ultionis Ante diem rationis Kyrie Eleison Kyrie Eleison Music by Alan Menken Latin Lyrics adapted by Stephen Schwartz ©1996 Wonderland Music Company, Inc. (BMI)/ Walt Disney Music Company (ASCAP) Clopin So here is a riddle to guess if you can Sing the bells of Notre Dame What makes a monster and what makes a man? Chorus Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells, (etc.) Clopin Whatever their pitch, you Can feel them bewitch you The rich and the ritual knells Of the Clopin & Chorus Bells of Notre Dame Music by Alan Menken • Lyrics by Stephen Schwartz Vocals: Paul Kandel & Chorus ©1996 Wonderland Music Company, Inc. (BMI)/ Walt Disney Music Company (ASCAP)