Clopin and Gypsies:

Maybe you've heard of a terrible place

Where the soundrels of Paris

Collect in a lair



Maybe you've heard of that mythical place

Called the Court of Miracles

Hello, you're there!

Where the lame can walk

And the blind can see

But the dead don't talk

So you won't be around

To reveal what you've found

We have a method for spies and intruders

Rather like hornets protecting their hive

Here in the Court of Miracles

Where it's a miracle if you get out alive!



Clopin:

Justice is swift in the Court of Miracles

I am the lawyers and judge all in one

We like to get the trial over with quickly

Because it's the sentence that's really the fun!



Now that we've seen all the evicence



Puppet:

Wait! I object!



Clopin:

Overruled!



Puppet:

I object!



Clopin:

Quiet!



Puppet:

Dang!



Clopin:

We find you totally innocent

Which is the worst crime of all



All:

So you're going to hang!