PHOEBUS:
Four years at the front
Give a man a zest
For a little rest
And recreation
For the chance to hunt
For the spiciest
In the way of rest
And recreation
Give me your girls of pleasure
Your grapes of Merlot
Show me your wares and measure
One large sample
Sample them at my leisure
This three-day furlough
Should be ample
I have born the brunt
Of a soldier's test
Now I've made my way
Where I get to play
At rest and recrea-
Four years at the front
Four years at the front
CONGREGATION:
Cannon fodder lying in the field below the castle
Is this the third week or the fourth week of the siege?
The air filled with a stench of bodies in a trench
PHOEBUS:
Whoever pays the most I call 'My Liege'
CONGREGATION:
Summoned here to Paris now
I'm far away from battle
From clotting blood and rotting wounds
Of dead and dying men
PHOEBUS/CONGREGATION:
And whatever I do
I'll make sure this is true
PHOEBUS:
I will never go back again
Darling, to be blunt
You are with the best
That's why I've been blessed
With this promotion
I've been working hard
Now I'm gonna be
Captain of the Guard
Ain't that a notion?
Like other true knights
I've got ambition
But for a few nights
Fun is my mission
So what do you say
Care to share a day
Of rest and recreation
FROLLO(spoken):
Captain, welcome to the Cathedral Guard
PHOEBUS (spoken):
I'm grateful for the opportunity to serve you, my Lord
FROLLO (spoken):
Your early arrival is most auspicious. The pestilence of these gypsies grows more dangerous every day
FROLLO:
Captain, you and I
Have a task we share
Stopping them and their
Proliferation
Paris looks to us -
PHOEBUS:
- To us
FROLLO:
To rid her streets of crime -
PHOEBUS:
- To rid her streets of crime
FROLLO:
This is war and thus -
BOTH:
- There is no time for
Rest and recreation