master of the house
Singer:les miserables cast
my always pissed as newts
my sons of whores spend their lives in my inn
they fly through my doors
and they crawl out on all fours
and meet the best innkeeper in town
all of 'em crooks: rooking their guests and cooking the books
ready with a handshake and an open palm
customers appreciate a bon-viveur
glad to do a friend a favor
doesn't cost me to be nice
but nothing gets you nothing
everything has got a little price!
ready to relieve 'em of a sou or two
pickin' up their knick-knacks when they can't see straight
everybody loves a landlord
jesus! won't i bleed 'em in the end!
never was a passerby to pass him by
everybody's boon companion
jesus! won't i skin you to the bone!
food beyond compare. food beyond belief
mix it in a mincer and pretend it's beef
filling up the sausages with this and that
residents are more than welcome
plus some little extras on the side!
two percent for looking in the mirror twice
three percent for sleeping with the window shut
when it comes to fixing prices
there are a lot of tricks i knows
jesus! it's amazing how it grows!
must get something done about that)
i used to dream that i would meet a prince
have you seen what's happened since?
master of the house? isn't worth my spit!
philosopher and lifelong shit!
thinks he's quite a lover but there's not much there
what a cruel trick of nature landed me with such a louse
god knows how i've lasted living with this bastard in the house!
hypocrite and toady and inebriate!
everybody bless the landlord!
everybody bless his spouse!
raise it up the master's arse
everybody raise a glass to the master of the house!