Chorus:

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 anyones giving

One more day standing about

What is it for?

One day less to be living

At the end of the day your another day colder

And the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill

And the richeous hurry past,

They don't hear the little ones crying

And the winter 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

And the waves crash on the sand

There's a storm to break any second

There's a hunger in the land

There's a reckoning still to be reckoned

And it's gunna be hell to pay

At the end of the day



Man:

At the end of the day you get nothing for nothing

Sitting flat on your butt doesn't buy any bread



Chorus Man:

There are children back at home

And the childen have got to be fed!

And you're lucky to be in a job!



Chorus Women:

And in a bed!



Both:

And we're counting our blessings!



Worker Woman:

Have you seen how the forman is fuming today?

With his terrible breath and his wondering hands?



Worker Woman 2:

Because little Fantine won't give him his way



Worker Woman:

Take a look at his trousers you'll see where he stands!



Chorus:

At the end of the day there'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 your able

Keep on grafting 'til you drop

Or it's back to the crusts on the table

We've got to pay our way

At the end of the day



Worker Woman:

And what have we here little innocent sister?

Comon Fantine let's have all the news!

(Reads letter) 

"Dear Fantine you must send us more money 

Cosette 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?

(Girls fight)



Valjean:

What is this fighting all about?

Will someone tear these two apart?

This is a factory not a circus!

Now comon ladies settle down!

I run a business of repute I am the mayor of this town

I look to you to sort this out!

Be as patient as you can



Man:

Can someone say how this began?



Worker Woman:

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 where 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 true there's a child and the child is my daughter

And the father abandoned us leaving us flat!

Now she lives with an inkeeper man and his wife

And I pay for the child what's the matter with that?!



Chorus:

At the end of the day she'll be nothing but trouble!

And there's trouble for all if there's trouble for one!

While we're earning our daily bread

She's the one with her hands in the butter!

We must send this slut away 

Or we're all gunna end in the gutter!

It's us who have to pay!

At the end of the day



Foreman:

I might have known the bitch could bite

I might have known the cat had claws 

I might have guessed your little secret

Ah Yes! The virtous Fantine

Who keeps herself so pure and clean

She'd be the cause I had no doubt

Of any trouble here about

You play a virgin in the light 

But need no urgin in the night!



Worker Woman:

She's been laughing at you while she's having her men!



Chorus:

She'll be nothing but trouble again and again



Whore:

You must sack her today!



Chorus:

Sack the girl today!



Foreman

Right my girl!

On your way...