to have found our hideaway.
Unfortunately, you won't live
Maybe you've heard of a terrible place
where the scoundrels of Paris
called the Court of Miracles.
Where men can walk, and fight, and see.
so you won't be around to reveal it.
We have our metaphors, lies,
to rattle like voyeurs, but take them in line.
Here in the Court of Miracles,
There's good news tonight!
An d it's a double -header!
A couple of Frollo spies!
and his loyal bell -ringing henchmen!
Justice is swift in the Court of Miracles,
I am the lawyers and judge, all in one!
We'd like to get the trial over with quickly,
because it's a sentence that's
That's what they all say!
Now that we've seen all the evidence...
Wait! We find you totally innocent.
Which is the wor st crime of all.