The Hunchback of Notre-Dame/ Oh What a Circus

[The Sack Woman:]

Oh what a circus, oh what a show!

These people has gone berserk

Over the fact that nobody helps

We've all gone crazy

Mourning all day and mourning all night

Falling over ourselves to get all the misery right

Oh what a place, oh what a show

When sadness tears you apart

Demand to be buried alive like these people did

It's quite a sunset

And good for the city in a roundabout way

We've been ignored by everyone these days

[Quasimasta:]

But, who are these people?

Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?

What kind of gods have lived among us?

How will we ever get by without them?