THE POOR 
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 [bad word]  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 winter [bad word] 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 [bad word] to pay 
At the end of the day! 

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

WORKERS 
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! 

WORKERS 
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 [bad word] off the table 
You've got to pay your way 
At the end of the day! 

WORKING GIRL 
And what have we here, little innocent sister? [bad word] on Fantine, let's have all the news! 
Ooh..."Dear Fantine you must send us more money... 
Your child needs a doctor... 
There's no time to lose..." 

FANTINE 
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? 

VALJEAN 
Will someone tear these two apart 
What is this fighting all about? 
This is a factory, not a circus!  [bad word] on ladies, settle down  [bad word] a business of repute 
I am the Mayor of this town 

I look to you to sort this out 
And be as patient as you can- 

FOREMAN 
Now someone say how this began! 

GIRL 
At the end of the day 
She's the one who began it! 
There's a kid that she's hiding 
In some little town 
There's a man she has to pay 
You can guess how she picks up the extra 
You can bet she's earning her keep 
Sleeping around 
And the boss wouldn't like it! 

FANTINE 
Yes it's [bad word] there's a child 
And the child is my daughter 
And her father abandoned us 
Leaving us flat 
Now she lives with an innkeeper man 
And his wife 
And I pay for the child 
What's the matter with that? 

WOMEN 
At the end of the day 
She'll be nothing but trouble 
And there's trouble for all 
When there's trouble for one! 
While we're earning our daily bread 
She's the one with her hands in the butter 
You must send the [bad word] away 
Or we're all gonna end in the gutter 
And it's us who'll have to pay 
At the end of the day! 

FOREMAN 
I might have known the [bad word] could bite 
I might have known the cat had claws 
I might have guessed your little secret 
Ah yes, the virtuous Fantine 
Who keeps h