A King Like You (Sung to Clopin by Gargoyles[and
others] to the tune of “A Guy Like You”)
Laverne: Paris, the city of gypsies is on
fire right now,
Hugo: True that’s because Frollo’s wired,
but still there’s L’amour.
Laverne: And somewhere out there today,
Frollo is running away,
All Gargoyles: And we know the guy he just
might be running from!
Hey!-
(Phobes pushes infront of gargoyles)
Phobes: A guy like me! (Dashing smile!)
I am the greatest!
My name mean sun god is someone else’s language!
No one can kill me,
I am a captain,
Could there be three like me?
Gargoyles: NO WAY! (Push in front of Phobes)
Esmerelda: I want to talk,
To you Phobes, (Pushes infront fo gargoyles)
You stood me up,
Last night and I,
Am really mad! (Phobes tries to run away)
Don’t even think it!
Djali go get him,
Phobes: (To gargoyles) Help me you guys,
you gotta love a guy like me!
Hugo: (To Clopin) A king like you!
Get’s extra credit,
Because you have such awsome fashion sense,
Victor: It’s true!
Esmeralda: Your better than Phobes!
Hugo: (Points to hat) You see that color,
You don’t forget it.
Phobes: (Pushes infront) Is it my cue?
Gargoyles: Not you!
Esmerelda: (Hinting) There’s the door!
Phobes: I need a band-aid,
Djali bit me!
Esmerelda: She’s getting hungry cause we don’t
eat everyday!
Hugo: (To Phobes) You taste just like a croissant,
(Points to Djali)
See?
Phobes: No question of,
I’m really bummed,
A guy like- hey!?
Frollo: (Pushes infront) It’s my turn to sing
now,
I mean it!
I want you to know I’m not really-(Djali bites
him)
Oww! Get me off the floor!
Esmerelda: More!?
Phobes: (Pushes infront) A guy so swell,
A guy like me! (Dashing smile, strikes a pose.)
Esmerelda: Your not a singer! (Exassperatedly
to Quasimodo)
I tell you Quasi!
Frollo: (To Quasi) Just ring the bell!
Hugo: Who cut the cheese?(Phobes falls)
Victor: That’s why he fell!
Frollo: (Being attacked by goat) Move your
goat from me!
Esmerelda: You let him be!
Hugo: (To Clopin) From Priest to serf to the
bourgeoisie
Not one of them is a singer!
Frollo: Go to hell!
Gargoyles: (To Clopin) Your the gypsy King-er!
Hugo: (Flirting eyelashes and puckering lips)
And she goes oh-la-la
Victor: (Immitating Djali) What a yummy shoe-ba-ba
Frollo: (To Quasi) Just ring the bell!
Phobes: (Pushing in front) I’m one heck of
a guy!
Who couldn’t love a guy like me?
Hugo: You must run alot
So you’ll not get shot.
Gargoyles: (To Clopin) We gotta love a guy
like you!