Belle



Belle: 

Little town

It's a quiet village

Ev'ry day

Like the one before

Little town

Full of little people

Waking up to say: 

Lady: 

Bon jour! 

Man carrying grain sack: 

Bon jour! 

Egg man: 

Bon jour! 

Washer woman: 

Bon jour! 

Baker: 

Bon jour! 

Belle: 

There goes the baker with his tray, like always

The same old bread and rolls to sell

Ev'ry morning just the same

Since the morning that we came

To this poor provincial town 

Baker: 

Good Morning, Belle!		

Belle: 

Good Morning, Monsieur.

Baker: 

Where are you off to, today?		

Belle: 

The bookshop. I just finished the most wonderful story 

About a beanstalk and an ogre and a -

Baker: 

That's nice. Marie! 

The baguettes! Hurry up!		

Townsfolk: 

Look there she goes that girl is strange, no question

Dazed and distracted, can't you tell? 

Woman: 

Never part of any crowd 

Man: 

'Cause her head's up on some cloud 

Townsfolk: 

No denying she's a funny girl that Belle 

Man I: 

Bonjour!		

Woman 1: 

Good day!

Man 1: 

How is your fam'ly?		

Woman 2: 

Bonjour!		

Man 2: 

Good day!

Woman 2: 

How is your wife?		

Woman 3: 

I need six eggs!		

Woman 4: 

That's too expensive!

Belle: 

There must be more than this provincial life! 



Bookseller: 

Ah, Belle! 

Belle: 

Good morning, sir. I've come to return the book I borrowed. 

Bookseller: 

Finished already? 

Belle: 

Oh, I couldn't put it down. Have you got anything new? 

Bookseller: 

Not since yesterday. 

Belle: 

That's all right. I'll borrow . . . . . this one! 

Bookseller: 

That one? But you've read it twice! 

Belle: 

Well, it's my favorite! Far off places, daring swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguise - 

Bookseller: 

If you like it all that much, it's yours! 

Belle: 

But sir! 

Bookseller: 

I insist. 

Belle: 

Well, thank you. Thank you very much! 



Townsfolk: 

Look there she goes that girl is so peculiar

I wonder if she's feeling well

With a dreamy, far-off look

And her nose stuck in a book

What a puzzle to the rest of us is Belle 

Belle: 

Oh, isn't this amazing?

It's my fav'rite part because --- you'll see

Here's where she meets Prince Charming

But she won't discover that it's him 'til chapter three! 

Woman: 

Now it's no wonder that her name means "Beauty"

Her looks have got no parallel 

Shopkeeper: 

But behind that fair facade

I'm afraid she's rather odd 

Man: 

Very diff'rent from the rest of us 

Townsfolk: 

She's nothing like the rest of us

Yes, diff'rent from the rest of us is Belle! 



Lefou: 

I got it Gaston! Wow! You didn't miss a shot, Gaston! You're the greatest hunter in the whole world!. 

Gaston: 

I know. 

Lefou: 

No beast alive stands a chance against you. --- And no girl, for that matter. 

Gaston: 

It's true, LeFou. And I've got my sights set on that one. 

Lefou: 

The inventor's daughter? 

Gaston: 

She's the one - the lucky girl I'm going to marry. 

Lefou: 

But she's - 

Gaston: 

The most beautiful girl in town. 

Lefou: 

I know, but - 

Gaston: 

That makes her the best. And don't I deserve the best? 

Lefou: 

Of course you do! 



Gaston: 

Right from the moment when I met her, saw her

I said she's gorgeous and I fell

Here in town there's only she

Who is beautiful as me

So I'm making plans to woo and marry Belle 

Bimbettes: 

Look there he goes

Isn't he dreamy?

Monsieur Gaston

Oh he's so cute!

Be still my heart

I'm hardly breathing

He's such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute! 



Woman 1: 

Bonjour! 

Gaston: 

Pardon 

Belle: 

Good day 

Woman 2: 

Mais oui! 

Woman 3: 

You call this bacon? 

Woman 4: 

What lovely grapes! 

Man 1: 

Some cheese 

Woman 5: 

Ten yards! 

Man 1: 

One pound 

Gaston: 

'scuse me! 

Cheese merchant: 

I'll get the knife 

Gaston: 

Please let me through! 

Woman 6: 

This bread - 

Woman 7: 

Those fish - 

Woman 6: 

it's stale! 

Woman 7: 

they smell! 

Men: 

Madame's mistaken. 

Women: 

Well, maybe so 

Townsfolk: 

Good morning! Oh, good morning! 



Belle: 

There must be more than this provincial life! 

Gaston: 

Just watch, I'm going to make Belle my wife! 

Townsfolk: 

Look there she goes

The girl is strange but special

A most peculiar mad'moiselle! 

Women: 

It's a pity and a sin 

Men: 

She doesn't quite fit in 

Townsfolk: 

'Cause she really is a funny girl

A beauty but a funny girl

She really is a funny girl

That Belle!