Belle: Little town
It's a quiet village
Ev'ry day
Like the one before
Little town
Full of little people
Waking up to say:

Lady: Bon jour!
Man carrying grain sack: Bon jour!
Egg man: Bon jour!
Washer woman: Bon jour!
Baker: Bon jour!

Belle: There goes the baker with his tray, like always
The same old bread and rolls to sell
Ev'ry morning just the same
Since the morning that we came
To this poor provincial town

To this poor provincial town

Townsfolk: Look there she goes that girl is strange, no question
Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?

Woman: Never part of any crowd
Man: 'Cause her head's up on some cloud
Townsfolk: No denying she's a funny girl that Belle

Man I: Bonjour!
Woman 1: Good day!
Man 1: How is your fam'ly?
Woman 2: Bonjour!
Man 2: Good day!
Woman 2: How is your wife?
Woman 3: I need six eggs!
Woman 4: That's too expensive!

Belle: There must be more than this provincial life!