La Complainte Des Filles de Joie
Georges Brassens
The Lament of the Working Girls
Though those bourgeois cows
Call them working girls
They don't laugh every day
Word, word
They don't laugh every day
'Cause even with legs like cranes
Walking a hundred steps down the streets
It's tiring for their legs
Word, word
It's tiring for their legs
Not only do they have corns
And bunions, but also
It's crazy how much they wear out their shoes
Word, word
It's crazy how much they wear out their shoes
There are clients, there are assholes
Who never get their feet wet
Yet they still have to pamper them
Word, word
Yet they still have to pamper them
They have to give them a boost
To reach the seventh heaven
Don't think they steal the cash
Word, word
Don't think they steal the cash
They're looked down upon by the public
They're pushed around by the cops
And threatened with disease
Word, word
And threatened with disease
Though all their lives they make love
They get married twenty times a day
The wedding's never for their bottle
Word, word
The wedding's never for their bottle
Sons of losers and nobodies
Don't laugh at the poor Venus
The poor old pot
Word, word
The poor old pot
It was close, my dear
That this whore wasn't your mother
This whore you laugh at
Word, word
This whore you laugh at
