Maybe you've heard of a terrible place
Where the soundrels 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 sentence that's really the fun!

Now that we've seen all the evicence

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!