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Now this is a story all about how
My friends and I left jail for the town,
Now I’d like to take a moment, just sit right there,
I’ll tell you how my buds and I escaped through the Bel-Air.
We drilled through the chimney and climbed up the flue,
Then before you knew it we were on the roof,
No time for chillin’, relaxin’ all cool,
My dude Brujon takin’ out his rope spool,
Just a couple of guys who were up to no good,
Sliding down a rope into the neighborhood,
Babet and Montparnasse said “Pull up a chair,
Cuz now we got to wait for our friend Thenardier.”
He drugged his young guard and broke through his chains,
Got to the wall’s edge through the lightning and rain,
He almost got pinched, but we all saw his rope,
Montparnasse said, "Hang on! I'll get Petit-Gavroche!"
He… climbed… up to the roof though the weather was bad,
Had a quick realization, “Hold up! That’s my dad!”
We got him and hustled, now in the free air,
And it was all thanks to a floor called Bel-Air.