Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip
That sprung from a demented mind
Aboard this tiny ship.

The con was a mighty sailing man,
The inspector brave and sure.
Many passengers set sail that day
For a three hour tour, a three hour tour.

The weather started getting rough,
The tiny ship was tossed,
If not for the praying that Marius could do
The �Les Miz� would be lost, the �Les Miz� would be lost.

The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle
With Jean Valjean
And Javert too,
The young baron and his wife,
Patron-Minette,
All the revolutionaries,
Here on Les Mizzie Isle.

So this is the tale of the castaways,
They're here for a long, long time,
They'll have to make the best of things,
It's an uphill climb.

Enjolras and the others too,
Will do their very best,
To keep a war from breaking out
In the tropic island nest.

No phone, no lights no motor cars,
Not a single luxury,
Like Robinson Crusoe,
As primitive as can be.

So join us here each week my friends,
You're sure to get a smile,
From many stranded castaways,
Here on "Les Mizzie Isle."