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 ze filth and ze scum
(and ze scum!)

I'm Pierre, ze only french bum in New York (ooooooooh)
When I open my Boone's Farm, I still sniff ze cork (ooooooooh)
So have you a quarter?
I'm begging you, please (ooooooooh)
I have to have wine with my government cheese

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

Pee-ew!