How do we stand,
make your report
We’ve guns enough,
but ammunition short
I will go into the street,
there are bodies all around,
Ammunition to be had,
lots of bullets to be found
I can’t let you go,
it’s too much of a chance
And the same is true for any man here
Let me go,
he’s no more than a boy,
I am old I have nothing to fear
You need somebody quicker and I volunteer
Come back Gavroche, don’t you dare
Someone pull him down right now
Look at me I’m almost there!
Gavroche!
Little people know,
when little people fight
We may look easy pickings,
but we’ve got some bite
We’ll fight like twenty armies,
and we won’t give up
So you better run for cover,
when the pup grows.