Bell Ringer
He's the man, the man with the big back hunch
Has gruel for lunch
Such a rope swinger
Ringing bells, he likes to go swing and spin
Makes quite a din

Oh he's not had a bath for a year
And one look at his face will strike fear
Likes that Gypsy girl, he can't resist her
The bells made him deaf, poor Mister

Bell Ringer
Pretty girl, rescued by Quasimodo
Saved from Frollo

Molten lead he pours down when crowds near
And he looks down at them with a sneer
From that molten lead, you'll get burn blisters
It's a rain of death from Mister

Bell Ringer
Pretty girl, rescued by Quasimodo
Saved from Frollo

He's Quasimodo
He's so bold
The bells toll
He looks like a troll
He's so bold
The bells toll