At the end of the day you're another day older
And that's all you can say for the life of the poor

It's a struggle, it's a war
And there's nothing that anyone's giving


One more day standing about, what is it for?
One day less to be living.


At the end of the day you're another day colder
And the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill
And the righteous hurry past

They don't hear the little ones crying
And the plague is coming on fast, ready to kill
One day nearer to dying!


At the end of the day there's another day dawning
And the sun in the morning is waiting to rise

Like the waves crash on the sand
Like a storm that'll break any second
There's a hunger in the land

There's a reckoning still to be reckoned and
There's gonna be hell to pay
At the end of the day!


At the end of the day you get nothing for nothing
Sitting flat on your bum doesn't buy any bread


There are children back at home
And the children have got to be fed

And you're lucky to be in a job
And in a bed!
And we're counting our blessings!


Have you seen how the foreman is fuming today?
With his terrible breath and his wandering hands?

It's because little Fantine won't give him his way
Take a look at his trousers, you'll see where he stands!
And the boss, he never knows

That the foreman is always in heat
If Fantine doesn't look out
Watch how she goes

She'll be out on the street!

At the end of the day it's another day over

With enough in your pocket to last for a week
Pay the landlord, pay the shop
Keep on grafting as long as you're able

Keep on grafting till you drop
Or it's back to the crumbs off the table
You've got to pay your way

At the end of the day!

And what have we here, little innocent sister?

Come on Fantine, let's have all the news!
Dear Fantine you must send us more money
Your child needs a doctor

There's no time to lose

Give that letter to me

It is none of your business
With a husband at home
And a bit on the side!

Is there anyone here
Who can swear before God
She has nothing to fear?

She has nothing to hide?

Will someone tear these two apart

This is a factory, not a circus!
Now, come on ladies, settle down
I run a business of repute

I am the Mayor of this town

Deal with this foreman,

be as patient as you can

Yes Monsieur Madeline

I might have known the (*##$ could bite

I might have known the cat had claws
I might have guessed your little secret
Ah yes, the virtuous Fantine
Who keeps herself so pure and clean
You'd be the cause I had no doubt

Of any trouble hereabout
You play a virgin in the light
But need no urgin' in the night.

She's been laughing at you

While she's having her men
She'll be nothing but trouble again and again
You must sack her today
Sack the girl today!


Right my girl. On your way!