VESOUL

You wanted to see Vierzon
We saw Vierzon
You wanted to see Vesoul
We saw Vesoul
You wanted to see Honfleur
We saw Honfleur
You wanted to see Hamburg
We saw Hamburg
I wanted to see Antwerp
We went to Hamburg again
I wanted to see your sister
We went to your mother’s
Like every time

You got bored with Vierzon
We left Vierzon
You no longer liked Vesoul
We left Vesoul
You hated Honfleur
We left Honfleur
You didn’t like Hamburg
We left Hamburg
You wanted to see Antwerp
We saw only its suburbs
You fell out with your mother
And we left your sister’s
Like every time

But I’m telling you once and for all
That I won’t go any further
My mind is made up, that’s the end of the matter
I’m not going to Paris
Besides, I’ve this fear
Of all those croissants
Those little berets
And accordions

You wanted to see Paris
We saw Paris
You wanted to see Dutronc
We saw Dutronc
I wanted to see your sister
I saw Mont Valerien
You wanted to see Hortense
In the Cantal
I wanted to see Byzance
We saw Pigalle
At St Lazare station
I saw all those flowers
Quite by chance

You got bored with Paris
We left Paris
You hated Dutronc
And we left halfway through
Then I confused your sister
With Mont Valerien
Now I’ve met Hortense
I’ll revisit the Cantal
I’ve forgotten Byzance
Since I saw Pigalle
And St Lazare station
Is a ludicrous waste
Of flag-stones and bricks

But I’m telling you once and for all
That I won’t go any further
My mind is made up, that’s the end of the matter
Our holiday’s over
Besides, I’ve this fear
Of all those croissants
Those little berets
And accordions