Hey Quasimodo - Dennis De Young

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Hey Quasimodo

You sure look awful

We’ve never seen you up close

You’re always hiding

Up in the belfry

Half gargoyle, and half Notre Dame ghost

Hey Quasimodo

I wonder did you know

When you start ringing your bells

We hide the children

And pregnant women

For fear that you’re a demon from hell

Who are you

Hey Quasimodo

Who did your hairdo

Is that a permanent wave

It’s mighty girlie

When it’s that curly

But we hear that red’s all the rave

Hey Quasimodo

Who picked your wardrobe

That tunic fits you so well

It looks much bolder

With one padded shoulder

Feel confident that no one can tell

Who are you

Do you think he understands the mockery and ridicule

And better yet I wonder if we’re safe if he should start to drool

And can so large a cranium contain a tiny brainium, that’s weak

Well the story they tell is he’s deaf from the bells

But still has the power to speak

And think?

And stink!

Hey Quasimodo

Where’s Father Frollo

The two of you are never apart

You must be thinking

That old archdeacon

Would never want you playing the part

Of king of fools

King of fools