La Chansonnette

La, la, la, just like that
Here it comes again
The little song
It had disappeared
The pavement on my street
Was so plain
The tunes of Paris
Had gone underground
The street performers, the choir
The song of Macky
But you never forget
The beat that gets you
Your heart all festive
When the old musician
In the neighborhood
Comes back to see the old folks
Doing his thing
The crowd remembers
The little song
Hey, hey
The street kids, the fancy folks
Here we go, my friend
The little song
Elvis is causing trouble
'Cause all the radios
Suddenly stop
Under the Paris sky
An accordion
Plays Macky's song
Like before the neon
Caught by a beat
A tadpole in a jacket
With a buck of violets
Is gonna bloom for his Bardot
'Cause despite his eagle
Tattooed on his back
His heart is good
And under his gray hair
The little song smiles!
La, la, la, lift your spirits
With me, everyone sing along
The little song
And let’s pass the cash
Like a guy who knows
The little song
He’s gathered his harvest
Of Parisian tunes
The street performers, the choir
The song of Macky
'Cause you never forget
The beat that gets you
Your heart all festive
It takes time, it’s true
To separate
The good grain from the chaff
To compare
But one fine day
You find your little song
Of love!