Lyrics
Fire!
How do we stand, Feuilly?
Make your report
We've guns enough
But ammunition's short
Let me go into the streets
There are bodies all around
Ammunition to be had
Lots of bullets to be found!
I won't let you go
It's too much of a chance
And the same is true
For any man here!
Let me go, he's no more than a boy
I am old, I have nothing to fear
You need somebody quicker
And I volunteer!
Come back, Gavroche, don't you dare!
Someone pull him down at once!
Look at me, I'm almost there!
Little people know, when
Little people fight, we
May look easy pickings
But we've got some bite!
So never kick a dog
Because he's just a pup
We'll fight like twenty armies
And we won't give up!
So you'd better run for cover
When the pup grows
Alain Boublil, Claude-Michel Schönberg, Herbert Kretzmer
Warner Chappell Music, Inc.