Paris Canaille

Sleazy Paris
With a girl's eyes
Your sly look
Your old rags
And your yelling
Accordion
It doesn't make money
But it's so good
Your gigolos
Undress you
Under the metro
Of Bastille
To get drunk
On your skirts
It makes people scream
But it's so good

Lilac branches
Pantin flowers
It makes lots
Of little hustlers
Who do wonders
In every season
It makes money
And it's so good
Dédé-la-croix
Bébert from Antwerp
They've been green
For months
So these ladies
Accept the situation
They become bigamists
And it's so good

Sleazy Paris
With slippery hands
You have no friends
In the police
In your neon bodice
You're not good
But it's so good
Clever hold-ups
For the headlines
Front-wheel drives
For the tactics
A quick hit
In the tuning
Arrange your coins
Otherwise it's not good

Front page
Second page
Give me three coins
You'll look better
The very last one
Of the editions
You're in trouble
But it's so good
Last page
Nothing on the last page
You're a gangster
In the bread crumb
You have to be clever
To make a hit
Next time
You might be good

I take Paris
With a heart of stone
A current account
Good manners
A tip of the hat
When necessary
You do what you have to
But it's so good
Very anonymous
Companies
An esteemed
Member of Parliament
A little model
In fashion
It's not a handshake
But it's so good

Pass the money
Here's some glitter
A discount
And gentleman
A checkbook
With no funds
You have to deal with it
But it's so good
A little suburb
Saint Honoré
Three petit fours
And I'm off
Surprise party
Let's stay surprised
We are surprised
But it's so good

I drank in Paris
With a hoarse voice
Along the streets
You vocalize
There's no hope
In your rags
Only the sidewalk
But it's so good
Your vagabonds
Give you scenes
But under your bridges
Flows the Seine
For romance
And illusion
There's a crowd
But it's so good

Lost moms
In the suburbs
Paved meadow
Where love grows
It still grows
At home
We were wrong
But it's so good
Lost looks
In the gutter
Where the street goes
Like a boat
It sways a bit
In the hold
It's laborious
But it's so good

Sleazy Paris
You're in a festive mood
And millions
For your poets
A few cents
For my song
It rhymes
And it's so good