Pierre

[Intro]
I got a call from my old writing partner from college, Jeff
And uh you know we were kind of drinking talking to each other on the phone
And he goes, “You know, I bet you I can name a subject that you can’t write a song about.”
And I said, “Alright fucker. Let’s hear it, what you got?”
And he goes, “How about a homeless guy?”
And I said. “ Easy.”
And he said “Who is French”
Let’s give it a shot
If this doesn’t go over I owe him a lot of money

My story is so tiresome
*laughing from crowd*
Alright let’s try that again

[Verse 1]
My story is so tiresome (tiresome)
Back in France I was rich as they come (as they come)
But I lost all my wealth and my good mental health
Now I live with the filth and the scum (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

[Verse 2]
I really should bid you adieu (bid adieu)
I’m feeling a bit sac re bleu (sac re bleu)
My life is a hell, I give off a bad smell
But I’m French so that’s always been true (P.U)