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                           Another humorous tour de force by the sinister Frollo, this tune both laments and celebrates his distasteful duties as society's
                           "enforcer". With obvious relish, he metes out floggings and other tortures so "the status quo can sleep at night." In a hilarious
                           bit of slapstick, his feckless victims rattle their chains and join in singing the last refrain.
                            
                         
                        
                        
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                                  It's A Dirty
                                    Job   (lyrics and music by Rainey)  
                                  
                                 
                                 
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                                    (Sung by Frollo:)
  
                                    
                                    I get up in the morning 
                                    When the new day's dawning 
                                    And the first thing on my mind 
                                    Are all the unsolved problems 
                                    Lost, pathetic people 
                                    And fuck-ups waiting in line 
                                    Just like little children 
                                    Wanting them a daddy 
                                    Needing all my sympathy 
                                    Well I didn't make this cold, cold world 
                                    And the hard way it's got to be 
                                    Mother Nature moves in mysterious ways 
                                    I'm only helping Mother Nature weed out the strays 
                                    Natural Selection is the name of the game 
                                    And God knows there's quite a selection to be made 
  
                                    
                                    Mmmm-Hmmmmm 
  
                                    
                                    All these bleeding hearts, I don't need 'em 
                                    I won't heed 'em 
                                    I'll supersede 'em 
                                    All these vagrant bums, I don't want them 
                                    They're the bottom (of the barrel) 
                                    I'll stomp them 
                                    All these hangers-on, they're disaster 
                                    For the resta' 
                                    All of us that hasta' 
                                    Go out and try to be the rare responsible few  
                                    Who keep it all from going straight to Shhhhhh 
  
                                    
                                    It's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it 
                                    Someone better do it right 
                                    It's a filthy job, but if nobody does it 
                                    Will the Status Quo sleep tonight? 
                                    Whenever any of you see any of them 
                                    You know you always turn away 
                                    So why do you pretend that you don't want me 
                                    To excise them from the light of day 
                                    It's not as though you included them in your crowd 
                                    Invited them to your house and palled around anyhow
  
                                    It's a dirty job, but Lord, I'm gonna do it 
                                    I'm the man to do it right 
                                    Do it right! 
                                    Do it right!
  
                                    
                                    The things I do aren't easy 
                                    Can make you kind of queasy 
                                    Can cause a little sleeplessness 
                                    A little hard to take 
                                    When I'm all by myself 
                                    But in my heart I know I've 
                                    Done my best 
                                    Exterminating rubbish, working hard to punish 
                                    The worthless ones who ruin the curve 
                                    Well if they think they can get away with that  
                                    Then they've got a lot of nerve 
                                    It's hard enough to hold onto this dream built on sand 
                                    With every able body doing all that he can 
                                    Without these bloody leeches bleeding all of us white 
                                    It's not right, a parasite must be shut down tight 
                                    Oh, Yeah!
  
                                    Wouldn't want to meet in an alley 
                                    Come on, tell me 
                                    Wouldn't you rally 
                                    Rather have them eradicated 
                                    Liquidated 
                                    And then cremated? 
                                    With all this riff-raff on every corner 
                                    How you gonna 
                                    Continue on a 
                                    Journey anywhere, try to get from here to there 
                                    When you have to wade knee-deep in Shhhhh 
  
                                    
                                    It's a dirty job but someone's got to do it 
                                    Someone better do it right 
                                    It's a filthy job, but if nobody does it 
                                    Will the Working Man lose the fight? 
                                    Someone has to do the protecting, subjecting  
                                    All this filth to a wrecking 
                                    It's a dirty job but someone better do it 
                                    And keep the lid screwed on tight 
                                    Remember, all that separates you from all of them  
                                    Is just the thin, thin line of this concerned citizen
  
                                    
                                    Yeah, crucify them all, we don't need 'em 
                                    Let's treat 'em (to the rack)  
                                    And then bleed 'em 
                                    All these down-and-outs, they're disgusting 
                                    They're all rusting, rotten hulks  
                                    That need dusting 
                                    (It's a dirty, dirty job, someone's got to do it) 
                                    (It's a dirty, dirty job, heh, heh, heh, heh) 
                                    (It's a lousy, rotten job, but someone's got to do it) 
                                    (It's a dirty, dirty job, heh, heh, heh, heh)
  
                                    And if you want this job to be handled right  
                                    You better shut your mouth and close your eyes real tight 
                                    And whoever was the moron who said power corrupts? 
                                    No, you never have to worry that'll happen, not much! 
                                    But if standards go up and you begin to fall 
                                    You won't be too surprised when I call?
  
                                    
                                    It's a dirty job but someone's got to do it  
                                    Someone better do it right 
                                    It's a lousy job, but if I have to do it 
                                    There'll always be some schmuck to indict 
                                    It really doesn't matter it's not appreciated 
                                    People need to feel that their hands have not been tainted 
                                    Even though you all have made your contribution 
                                    Toward that ever silent night
  
                                    So keep on building all these fabulous prisons  
                                    Soaring twenty stories high 
                                    I can fill 'em up just as fast as you can build 'em 
                                    And nobody's gonna ask me why 
                                    And You! better keep your nose to that grindstone 
                                    Yeah, baby, better toe the line 
                                    Cause it's a dirty job and God! I love to do it 
                                    I'll be ready for you right on time 
                                    It's a filthy job and no one wants to do it 
                                    So that makes this opportunity mine 
                                    Hey-hey-hey It's a dirty job and boy I'm glad to do it 
                                    Thank ya for this chance to shine! 
                                    Who'll do this dirty job (cause someone's gonna to do it) 
                                    And this one's gonna do it right, Yeah! 
 
  
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