| Little town
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| It’s a quiet village
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| Every day
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| Like the one before
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| Little town
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| Full of little people
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| Waking up to say
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| Bonjour bonjour
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| Bonjour bonjour bonjour
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| There goes the baker with his tray, like always
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| The same old bread and rolls to sell
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| Every morning just the same
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| Since the morning that we came
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| To this poor provincial town
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| Good morning, Belle
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| Good morning, monsieur Jean
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| Have you lost something again?
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| Well, I believe I have
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| Problem is, I’ve, I can’t remember what
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| Oh well, I’m sure it’ll come to me
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| Where you off to?
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| To return this book to Pere Robert,
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| it’s about to lovers in fair Verona
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| Sound boring
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| Look there she goes, that girl is strange, no question
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| Dazed and distracted, can’t you tell?
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| Never part of any crowd
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| 'Cause her head’s up on some cloud
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| No denying she’s a funny girl that Belle
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| Bonjour, good day
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| How is your family?
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| Bonjour, good day
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| How is your wife?
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| I need six eggs
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| That’s too expensive!
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| There must be more than this provincial life!
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| Ah, If it isn’t the only bookworm in town!
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| So, where did you run off to this week?
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| Two cities in Northern Italy
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| I didn’t want to come back
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| Have you got any new places to go?
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| I’m afraid not
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| But you may re-read any of the old ones that you’d like
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| Your library makes our small corner of the world feel big
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| Bon voyage
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| Look there she goes, that girl is so peculiar
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| I wonder if she’s feeling well
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| With a dreamy, far-off look
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| And her nose stuck in a book
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| What a puzzle to the rest of us is Belle
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| Oh, isn’t this amazing?
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| It’s my favorite part because you’ll see
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| Here’s where she meets Prince Charming
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| But she won’t discover that it’s him 'til chapter three!
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| Now it’s no wonder that her name means Beauty
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| Her looks have got no parallel
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| But behind that fair facade
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| I’m afraid she’s rather odd
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| Very different from the rest of us
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| She’s nothing like the rest of us
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| Yes, different from the rest of us is Belle!
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| Look at her, LeFou
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| My future wife
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| Belle is the most beautiful girl in the village
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| That’s makes her the best
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| But she’s so well-read
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| And you’re so athletically-inclined
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| Yes, ever since the war, I felt like I’ve been missing something
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| She’s the only girl that ever given me that sense of
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| Mmm je ne sais quoi?
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| I don’t know what that means
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| Right from the moment when I met her, saw her
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| I said she’s gorgeous and I fell
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| Here in town there’s only she
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| Who is beautiful as me
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| So I’m making plans to woo and marry Belle
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| Look there he goes
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| Isn’t he dreamy?
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| Monsieur Gaston
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| Oh, he’s so cute!
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| Be still my heart
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| I’m hardly breathing
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| He’s such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute!
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| Bonjour, pardon
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| Good day, mais oui!
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| You call this bacon, what lovely flowers
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| Some cheese, ten yards, one pound, excuse me I’ll get the knife
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| Please let me through!
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| This bread, those fish, it’s stale, they smell!
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| Madame’s mistaken Well, maybe so
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| There must be more than this provincial life!
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| Just watch, I’m going to make Belle my wife!
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| Look there she goes the girl is strange, but special
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| A most peculiar mademoiselle!
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| It’s a pity and a sin
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| She doesn’t quite fit in
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| 'Cause she really is a funny girl
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| A beauty but a funny girl
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| She really is a funny girl
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| That Belle |