Stephen Lynch - Pierre lyrics
[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)
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)