Zéphyr:
You mean if ever
I’m in any kind of great big mess or trouble

Quasimodo:
I’d be right there
We’d be a pair

Zéphyr:
You mean you’ll never leave me all alone
We’ll always be a double, we two

Quasimodo:
That’s the arithmetic
I’d stick with you

Zéphyr:
Just say we’re hanging by a rope above an evil witch’s brew pot
It’s bubbling blue
With sticky goo
Our rope gives way and then we crash and make a splash
Inside her stew pot of glue

Quasimodo:
Even if you’re sticky slick
I’d stick with you

Trough all the thin and thick
Closer than frack and frick
We two will do the trick
I’d stick with you

Fast as the clock can tick
I’d be there just as quick
No one I’d rather pick
I’d stick with you