Chez Keith Et Anita

In the cars, in the Batignolles
In Istanbul, on Roule Avenue
On an atoll or in the crowd
We're where we can be
At Notre Dame, on the brink of drama
In Macao, in Birmingham
In a bistro or under a tram
We're where we can be

But I'm not there
No, no, no, no
I'm at Keith and Anita's place
It's early morning
But we're not asleep, my goodness
Someone rolls a joint
Oh no thanks, I don't smoke
Someone plays Chopin
We're at Keith and Anita's place
Someone plays Chopin
We're at Keith and Anita's place
Yeah

In a trash can, nose to the sky
In a tunnel under guardianship
In a hotel at the Sofitel
In Singapore or in Brussels
At dawn, at the big crossroad
We're where we can be
In a cradle, under a hat
In Zanzibar or in Bordeaux
In a nightmare alone in the picture
In bed, in a tomb
In the fog, along the water
We're where we can be

But I'm not there
No, no, no, no
I'm at Keith and Anita's place
It's the end of summer but it's still mild, my goodness
Someone drinks rosé
And someone plays the harmonica
How good it is to exist
Here at Keith and Anita's place
How good it is to exist
Here at Keith and Anita's place

In politics, in public square
On an adventure in Antarctica
With a tender or canonical cheek
On the banks of the Ganges, or in Dubrovnik
Under praises, covered in mud
We're where we can be

At the bottom of the hole at dawn
At the meeting or trailing behind
In Malibu, in Valenciennes
In Kathmandu, in Saint-Étienne
Behind bars, at La Madeleine
We're where we can be
But I'm not there
No, no, no, no
I'm at Keith and Anita's place
Everything is calm here
There's not a shadow of a worry
Marianne smells like vanilla
All velvet and silk
As life sparkles
Here at Keith and Anita's place
As life sparkles
Here at Keith and Anita's place

It was the summer of '70
I was barely born, my goodness
And yet I was living at Keith's
At Keith and Anita's place
Yeah
At Keith and Anita's place

It was the summer of '70
I was barely born, my goodness
And yet I was living at Keith's
At Keith and Anita's place
I'm at Keith and Anita's place
It was the summer of '70
I knew nothing about all that
And yet I was living at Keith's
At Keith and Anita's place
I'm at Keith and Anita's place

It was the summer of '70
I knew nothing about all that
And yet I was living at Keith's
At Keith and Anita's place
I'm at Keith and Anita's place