Stephen Lynch - Pierre lyrics

I got a call from my
Old writing partner from college, jeff
And uh you know we were kind of drinking
Talking to each other on the phone
And he goes, "You know
I bet you I can name a subject
That you can’t write a song about"
And I said, "Alright fucker let’s hear it
What you got?"
And he goes, "How about a homeless guy?"
And I said " Easy"
And he said "Who is French"
Let’s give it a shot
If this doesn’t go over I owe
Him a lot of money my story is so tiresome
Laughing from crowd
Alright let’s try that again

My story is so tiresome (tiresome)
Back in France I was rich as they come
(as they come) but, I lost all my wealth


And my good mental health
Now I live with the filth and the scum
(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 (bid adieu)
I’m feeling a bit sac re bleu (sac re bleu)
My life is a hell, I give off a bad smell
But, I’m French so that’s always been true
(PU)