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!

Whore:
Have you seen how the forman is fuming today?
With his terrible breath and his wondering hands?

Whore2:
Because little Fantine won't give him his way

Whore:
Take a look at his trunks 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

Whore:
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
your child needs a doctor there's no time to lose!
(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 not a pute I am the mayor of this town
I look to you to solve this out!
Be as patient as you can

Man:
Can someone say how this began?

Whore:
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

Pimp:
I might have known the bitch could bite
I might have known the cat had claws
I might have guessed your little secret
I had the vertuous 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 virgin in the night!

Whore:
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!

Pimp:
Right my girl!
On your way