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My story is so tiresome
Back in France I was as rich as they come
But I lost all my wealth
and my good mental health
Now I live with the filth and the scum

I'm Pierre, the only French bum in New York
When I open my Boone's Farm, I still sniff the cork
So have you a quarter, I'm begging you please
I have to have wine with my government cheese

I really should bid you adieu
I'm feeling a bit sacre bleu
My life is a Hell, I give off a bad smell
But I'm French so that's always been true
My story is so tiresome   Back in France I was as rich as they come   But I lost all my wealth   and my good mental health   Now I live with the filth and the scum      I'm Pierre, the only French bum in New York   When I open my Boone's Farm, I still sniff the cork   So have you a quarter, I'm begging you please   I have to have wine with my government cheese      I really should bid you adieu   I'm feeling a bit sacre bleu   My life is a Hell, I give off a bad smell   But I'm French so that's always been true