At the end of the day you're another day older, 

and thats 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, you're another day colder, 

and the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill. 

And the righteous hurry past, they dont 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. 

Like the waves crash on the sand, 

like a storm that will break any second, 

there's a hunger in the land. 

There's a reckoning still to be reckoned, 

and there's gonna be hell to pay, at the end of the day. 



At the end of the day you get nothing for nothing, 

sitting flat on your bum doesnt buy any bread. 

And there's children back at home, and the children have got to be fed, 

and your 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 

All because little Fantine won't give him his way 

Take a look at his trousers 

You see where he stands 



And the boss he never knows

that his foreman is always in heat

If Fantine doesn't look out

watch how she goes

she'll be out on the street



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 your able. 

Keep on grafting till you drop, 

or its back to the crusts off the table. 

Well you've got to pay your way, at the end of the day. 

And what have we here little innocent sister 

Come on Fantine let's have all the news 

Dear Fantine you must send us more money 

Your child needs a doctor there's no time to lose 



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? 



(Fighting sounds) 



Will someone tear these two apart 

What is this fighting all about? 

This is a factory not a circus 

Now come on ladies settle down 

I run a business of repute 

I am the mayor of this town 

I'll look to you to sort this out 

Be as patient as you can 

Now someone say how this began 

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 

Yes it's true there's a child 

and that child is my daughter 

And her 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? 



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

And there's trouble for all where 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 slut away 

Or we're all gonna end in the gutter 

It's us who'll have to pay 

At the end of the day 



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 

You'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 

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

She'll be nothing but trouble again and again 

You must sack her today! (Sack the girl today!) 

Right my girl! On your way!