My story is so tiresome
Back in France I was as rich as they come
But I lost all my wealth
and my good mental health
Now I live with the filth and the scum

I'm Pierre, the only French bum in New York
When I open my Boone's Farm, I still sniff the cork
So have you a quarter, I'm begging you please
I have to have wine with my government cheese

I really should bid you adieu
I'm feeling a bit sacre bleu
My life is a Hell, I give off a bad smell
But I'm French so that's always been true

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    General CommentIt's a song about a homeless man... who just happens to be french!
    knuxmanon October 28, 2005   Link
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    General CommentThis is quite possibly my favorite Stephen Lynch song!

    lol, poor Frenchmen are hard to come by!
    loudchildon February 08, 2007   Link

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