French Version: THENARDIER: My beloved friends, My sons of whores, my dirty jokes, My always pissed as newts Spend their lives in my inn. Homing pigeons fly through my doors And their money is as good as yours. Enter, monsieur, You hit the nail in the head, I am the best innkeeper in the city. My competitors are all smokers, Or pheasants who rip off the guests. Seldom do you see, Honest men like me, Those who are proud to serve The French hostel industry! Master Thénardier, quick to do freelance, Gender of the client and of the wallet, I unbutton them, with a saucy tale, The more they bottle-feed each other, They are bottle-fed, I hang out their problems, It is a shame to pretend. But we have little skin for the balls, So I charge them extra. Master of the house, coachman of the coach, I heat up the embers in their pockets, I serve the junglard, off of the anvil, I stick their knicknacks into the feathers. For life we are friends and brothers, Of the blood and of the wine. I do whatever pleases them, Lord! But I skin them to the core. CUSTOMERS: Master Thénardier is a good Christian, Who spends all his time feeding his neighbor, Servant to the poor, butler to the great. Comforter, philosopher with all his heart, Everybody’s companion, Dear and attentive friend. THENARDIER: But keep your drawers shut, Or else I’ll skin you tonight. Enter, monsieur, The road is thirsty, Unlace your boots, I open a carafe. This sack of a ton, Slows down your course, But here we strive to lighten your purse. Here the turkey is cooked, Here the fat is fried, And I have full control of everything that leaves my kitchen. I serve the leftovers, the old makes the new, Passed through my choppers, these bucks are pure beef. Kidney of a horse, liver of a cat, Filling up the sausages with this and that, Residents on board are welcome, Our suites are occupied year-round. At reasonable charges, Plus some little extras on the side. I charge for the cockroaches, The fleas and for the rats, For every second their shadow wears out the mirror, Before they depart, I charge them for All the fleas their dogs swallowed in the sector, When it comes to fixing prices, There are a lot of tricks I know. They snuff and they snort as the prices Grow up and up and are driven through the roof! CUSTOMERS: Master Thénardier is a good Christian, Who spends all his time feeding his neighbor, Servant to the poor, butler to the great. Comforter, philosopher with all his heart, Everybody’s companion, Everybody’s friend for the day. THENARDIER: They are so convinced, these fools, That they break by thanking me. MME. THENARDIER: I often prayed that I would not have to grow old alone, And there are times I would have been better off Had I kept these thoughts my own. Master Thénardier, isn’t worth wasting, My years and virtues as a young girl, Like all other men, he promises the moon. But when the night comes, my girl, There’s hardly anybody left. He takes God for his father, But is always drunk like a goose. Whenever he does something, I swear, It looks like foie gras! CUSTOMERS: Master Thénardier, MME. THENARDIER: Master Lazy! CUSTOMERS: Comforter, philosopher, MME. THENARDIER: I do all the work! CUSTOMERS: Friend without malice, Companion of the drunk. MME. THENARDIER: Hypocrite, liar, and bigot! ALL: To the health of the innkeeper, Who gives everything he has! THENARDIER: Everybody raise a glass! MME. THENARDIER: Raise it up the master’s arse! ALL: Let us drink in good cheer for our Master Thénardier!
This is Matt Lucas singing and I prefer Alun Armstrong version but lyrics are accurate - I always liked Madame Thenardier - thinks he's quite a lover but there's whispers not much there
This is like a fucked up version of "Be Our Guest"
you said it.
'Thinks he's quite a lover but *theres no much there* 😂😂😂
This song is so catchy
Ikr
as a skyrim fan i just imagine this son is perfect for sanguine in myriad just havinga good old time XD
What a helerouse song it always has me crying with so much laughter
French Version:
THENARDIER: My beloved friends,
My sons of whores, my dirty jokes,
My always pissed as newts
Spend their lives in my inn.
Homing pigeons fly through my doors
And their money is as good as yours.
Enter, monsieur,
You hit the nail in the head,
I am the best innkeeper in the city.
My competitors are all smokers,
Or pheasants who rip off the guests.
Seldom do you see,
Honest men like me,
Those who are proud to serve
The French hostel industry!
Master Thénardier, quick to do freelance,
Gender of the client and of the wallet,
I unbutton them, with a saucy tale,
The more they bottle-feed each other,
They are bottle-fed,
I hang out their problems,
It is a shame to pretend.
But we have little skin for the balls,
So I charge them extra.
Master of the house, coachman of the coach,
I heat up the embers in their pockets,
I serve the junglard, off of the anvil,
I stick their knicknacks into the feathers.
For life we are friends and brothers,
Of the blood and of the wine.
I do whatever pleases them, Lord! But I skin them to the core.
CUSTOMERS: Master Thénardier is a good Christian,
Who spends all his time feeding his neighbor,
Servant to the poor, butler to the great.
Comforter, philosopher with all his heart,
Everybody’s companion,
Dear and attentive friend.
THENARDIER: But keep your drawers shut,
Or else I’ll skin you tonight.
Enter, monsieur,
The road is thirsty,
Unlace your boots,
I open a carafe.
This sack of a ton,
Slows down your course,
But here we strive to lighten your purse.
Here the turkey is cooked,
Here the fat is fried,
And I have full control of everything that leaves my kitchen.
I serve the leftovers, the old makes the new,
Passed through my choppers, these bucks are pure beef.
Kidney of a horse, liver of a cat,
Filling up the sausages with this and that,
Residents on board are welcome,
Our suites are occupied year-round.
At reasonable charges,
Plus some little extras on the side.
I charge for the cockroaches,
The fleas and for the rats,
For every second their shadow wears out the mirror,
Before they depart, I charge them for
All the fleas their dogs swallowed in the sector,
When it comes to fixing prices,
There are a lot of tricks I know.
They snuff and they snort as the prices
Grow up and up and are driven through the roof!
CUSTOMERS: Master Thénardier is a good Christian,
Who spends all his time feeding his neighbor,
Servant to the poor, butler to the great.
Comforter, philosopher with all his heart,
Everybody’s companion,
Everybody’s friend for the day.
THENARDIER: They are so convinced, these fools,
That they break by thanking me.
MME. THENARDIER: I often prayed that
I would not have to grow old alone,
And there are times I would have been better off
Had I kept these thoughts my own.
Master Thénardier, isn’t worth wasting,
My years and virtues as a young girl,
Like all other men, he promises the moon.
But when the night comes, my girl,
There’s hardly anybody left.
He takes God for his father,
But is always drunk like a goose.
Whenever he does something, I swear,
It looks like foie gras!
CUSTOMERS: Master Thénardier,
MME. THENARDIER: Master Lazy!
CUSTOMERS: Comforter, philosopher,
MME. THENARDIER: I do all the work!
CUSTOMERS: Friend without malice,
Companion of the drunk.
MME. THENARDIER: Hypocrite, liar, and bigot!
ALL: To the health of the innkeeper,
Who gives everything he has!
THENARDIER: Everybody raise a glass!
MME. THENARDIER: Raise it up the master’s arse!
ALL: Let us drink in good cheer for our Master Thénardier!
0:44 in 1989 - I admit that in the past, I've been a nasty
in 2023 - OOMPA LOOMPA DOOMPADEE DOO
No one is going to talk about how the first few seconds sounds like a kahoot lobby-
Same notes yeah, never noticed that before
Yes
4:03 I love these notes
This reminds me of the small town inn keepers in Final Fantasy VII
Harry potter crossover Leaky Cauldron idea.
And i am the Master of the house at home.
I love this song.
Hippidy hoppidy no skids on my property
This is the best song in the play
Humanity Sucks_2002 I’d have to say that One Day More is the best song.
Do you Hear the people sing but the reprise
You know what?
The whole Epilogue !
And I dreamed a dream
Agreed
love this song!
The French version is waaaaaay better (especially the 1991 version). This English version is amazing too
Yeah I think this is one of the best songs of the musical but this isn't the best version of it
This is Matt Lucas singing and I prefer Alun Armstrong version but lyrics are accurate - I always liked Madame Thenardier - thinks he's quite a lover but there's whispers not much there
0:46
4:46
Nothing to see just need to practice this part for something
I think that the 10th Anniversary Version is the best
0:46-4:03
Or
0:46-2:02
Why did they forget Zelma 😒
Who's singing?
Matt Lucas. I’d recommend you listen to Alun Armstrong. He is the definitive Thenardier
He has a hoarse voice
It’s clearly itentional... he’s a crook
I like the movie version better
thank you sonia nevermind
Why is he so vulgar
He didn’t write the lyrics...