In busy Paris, France,
Long ago, long ago,
Hugo Cabret
Lived alone.
He tended the clocks,
The clocks,
Yes, the clocks.
And stole toys
Wherever he roamed.

He slid though grates
In and out, he would go.
He'd peek through
The holes in clocks.
The Paris railway station
Was his home.
Was his home.
He stole
For his food and clothes,
He tended the clocks,
The clocks,
Yes, the clocks.
And stole toys
Wherever he roamed.