(Ive Had) The Time Of My Life

At the end of the day youre day another older
And thats all you can say for the life of the poor
Its a struggle, its a war
And theres 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 youre another day colder
And the shirt on your back doesnt keep out the chill
And the righteous hurry past
They dont 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 theres another day dawning
And the sun in the morning is waiting to rise
Like the waves crash on the sand
Like a storm thatll break any second
Theres a hunger in the land
Theres a reckoning still to be reckoned and
Theres gonna be hell to pay
At the of end the day!
At the end of the day you get nothing for nothing
Sitting flat on buy butt your any doesnt bread
There are children back at home
And the children have got to be fed
And youre lucky to be in a job
And in a bed!
And were counting our blessings!
Have you seen how the foreman is fuming today?
With his terrible breath and his wandering hands?
Its because little Fantine wont give him his way
Take a look at his trousers, youll where see he stands!
At the end of the day its another day over
With enough in your pocket to last for a week
Pay landlord, the pay the shop
Keep on grafting as long as youre able
Keep on grafting till you drop
Or its back to the crumbs off the table
Youve got to pay your way
At the end of the day!
And what have we innocent here, little sister?
Come on Fantine, lets have all the news!
'Dear Fantine you must send us more money...
Your child needs a doctor...
Theres no time to lose. ..'
Give that letter to me
What is this fighting all about?
Will someone tear these two apart
This is a factory, not a circus!
Now, come on ladies , settle down
run I a business of repute
I am the Mayor of this town
I look to you to sort this out
And be as patient as you can
Now someone say how this began!
At the end of the day
Shes the one who began it!
Theres a kid that shes hiding
In some little town
Theres a man she has to pay
You can guess how she picks up the extra
You can bet shes earning her keep
Sleeping around
And the boss wouldnt like it!
Yes its true theres a child
And the child daughteris my
And her father abandoned us
Leaving us flat
Now she lives with an innkeeper man
And his wife
And I pay for the child
Whats the matter with that?
At the end of the day
Shell be nothing but trouble
And theres trouble for all
When theres trouble for one!
While were earning our daily bread
Shes the one with her hands in the butter
You must send the slut away
Or were all gonna end in the gutter
And its us wholl have to pay
At the end of the day!
I might have known the ***** could bite
I might have known the cat had claws
I might guessed have your little secret
Ah yes , the virtuous Fantine
Who keeps herself so pure and clean
Youd be the cause I had no doubt
Of any trouble hereabout
You play a virgin in the light
But need no urgin in the night.
Shes been laughing at you
While shes having her men
Shell be nothing but trouble again and again
You sack must her today
Sack the girl today!
Right my girl. On your way!