Mon ami!
Gotta love Stephen Lynch...
"My story is so tiresome.
Back in France I was rish as they come,
But I lost all my wealth,
And my good mental health,
Now I sleep with ze filth and ze scum.
I'm Pierre, ze only French bum in New York,
When I open my Boone's Farm I still sniff ze 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.
PU!"
"My story is so tiresome.
Back in France I was rish as they come,
But I lost all my wealth,
And my good mental health,
Now I sleep with ze filth and ze scum.
I'm Pierre, ze only French bum in New York,
When I open my Boone's Farm I still sniff ze 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.
PU!"