Les Enfants du paradis
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pursued by a mountain lion!
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A forest fire!
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An abduction by balloon!
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And you shall see me,
the one and only,

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the inimitable
Anselme Deburau,

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who performed in the harem
before the Grand Turk

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and his 82 Turkesses!
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But fear not!
Inside you won't see

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this one here.
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Because he's a do-nothing!
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A dolt!
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A sleepwalker
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even sitting down.
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A nincompoop!
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A blockhead!
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A good-for-nothing!
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And this, alas, is my son.
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Here sits the shame
of an artistic family,

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a famous father's despair,
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the root of his gray hair.
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When I say my son,
luckily I exaggerate.

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One night, during a full moon,
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he fell from above...
into a bucket.

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When I got home
it was already too late.

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But I won't wash dirty linen here.
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The show's about to begin!
A unique show!

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For the penny-pinchers,
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tightfisted, miserly,
or parsimonious...

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the management,
sparing no expense,

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leaves them Baptiste,
free of charge!

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Baptiste! If you've any pups,
save me one!

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He really looks stupid,
doesn't he?

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I think he has lovely eyes.
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Lovely eyes!
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That deserves a hand!

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