Pierre

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[Intro] 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 (P.U)
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