Little French Song

When everything goes wrong, when life goes wrong
Try for a little French song
French songs may be old-fashioned but so sweet to hum
French songs are tender to envy, nostalgic to infinity

And when we don't know where to belong
Try for a little French song
French songs will take you to Paris, to Pigalle or Ile Saint-Louis
French songs are dancing in the rain, from Bastille to Tuileries

Because we have something to show off: We have Brassens, Brel, and Ferré
We have Boris Vian, Barbara, Gainsbourg, Trenet, Prévert, Kosma
Because we have choices, we have Aznavour, Reggiani
Bécaud, Nougaro, Moustaki, Edith Piaf, Cloclo, and Johnny
Yes, yes, yes, yes

Of course, it's not Duke Ellington
It's not Elvis or Jackson
It's not Fitzgerald or Armstrong
It's just a little French song
But when sorrow lingers too long
I sing a little French song

Because we have something to show off: We have Brassens, Brel, and Ferré
We have Boris Vian, Barbara, Gainsbourg, Trenet, Prévert, Kosma
Because we have choices, we have Aznavour, Reggiani
Bécaud, Nougaro, Moustaki, Edith Piaf, Cloclo, and Johnny
Yes, yes, yes, yes

And whether we're from London or Hong Kong, whether we're three sheets
Or shu-bang
Whether we're in djellabah or sarong, try for a little French song
When the villains ring their gong
I sing a little French song