Morning in Paris, the city awakes
    To the bells of Notre Dame
    The fisherman fishes, the bakerman bakes
    To the bells of Notre Dame
    To the big bells as loud as the thunder
    To the little bells soft as a psalm
    And some say the soul of the city's
    The toll of the bells
    The bells of Notre Dame

    Listen, they're beautiful, no?
    So many colors of sound, so many changing moods
    Because you know, they don't ring all by themselves
    - They don't? -
    No, silly boy.
    Up there, high, high in the dark bell tower
    lives the mysterious bell ringer.
    Who is this creature - Who? -
    What is he? - What? -
    How did [bad word] to be there - How? -
    Hush, and Clopin will tell you
    It is a tale, a tale of a man and a monster.

    Dark was the night when our tale was begun
    On the docks near Notre Dame
Man #1
    Shup it up, will you!
Man #2
    We'll be spotted!
Gypsy
    Hush, little one.
Clopin
    Four frightened gypsies slid silently under
    The docks near Notre Dame
Man #3
    Four guilders for safe passage into Paris
Clopin
    But a trap had been laid for the gypsies
    And they gazed up in fear and alarm
    At a figure whose clutches
    Were iron as much as the bells
Man #4
    Judge Claude Frollo
Clopin
    The bells of Notre Dame [bad word]     Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)
Clopin
    Judge Claude Frollo longed
    To purge the world
    Of vice and sin [bad word]     Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)
Clopin
    And he saw [bad word]     Ev'rywhere
    Except within
Frollo
    Bring these gypsy vermin to the palace of justice
Guard
    You there, what are you hiding?
Frollo
    Stolen goods, no doubt. Take them from her
Clopin
    She ran [bad word]     Dies irae, dies illa (Day of wrath, that day)
    Solvet saeclum in favilla (Shall consume the world in ashes)
    Teste David [bad word] sibylla (As prophesied by David and the sibyl)
    Quantus tremor est [bad word] (What trembling is to be)
    Quando Judex est [bad word] (When the Judge [bad word] 
Gypsy
    Sanctuary, please give us sanctuary
Frollo
    baby? monster!
Archdeacon
    Stop!
Clopin
    Cried the Archdeacon
Frollo
    This is an unholy deamon.
    I'm sending it back to [bad word]  where it belongs.
Archdeacon
    See there the innocent blood you have spilt
    On the steps of Notre Dame
Frollo
    I am guiltless. She ran, I pursued.
Archdeacon
    Now you would add this child's blood to your guilt
    On the steps of Notre Dame
Frollo
    My conscience is clear
Archdeacon
    You can lie to yourself and your minions
    You can claim that you haven't a qualm
    But you never [bad word] from
    Nor hide what you've done from the eyes
    The very eyes of Notre Dame [bad word]     Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)
Clopin
    And for one time in his live
    Of power and control [bad word]     Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)
Clopin
    Frollo felt a twinge of fear
    For his immortal soul
Frollo
    What must I do?
Archdeacon
    Care for the child, and raise it as your own
Frollo
    What? I'd be settled with this misshapen ...?
    Very well. Let him live with you, in your church.
Archdeacon
    Live here? Where?
Frollo
    Anywhere
    Just so he's kept locked away
    Where no one else can see
    The bell tower, perhaps
    And who knows, our Lord works in mysterious ways
    Even this foul creature may
    Yet prove one day to be
    Of use to me
Clopin
    And Frollo gave the child a [bad word] name
    name that means half-formed, Quasimodo
    Now here is a riddle to guess if you can
    Sing the bells of Notre Dame
    Who is the monster and who is the man?
Clopin and [bad word]