- Company - 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