You wanted to see Vierzon, and we saw Vierzon
You wanted to see Vesoul, and we saw Vesoul
You wanted to see Honfleur, and we saw Honfleur
You wanted to see Hamburg, and we saw Hamburg
I wanted to see Antwerp, we saw Hamburg again
I wanted to see your sister, and we saw your mother
As always

You didn't like Vierzon anymore, we left Vierzon
You didn't like Vesoul anymore, we left Vesoul
You didn't like Honfleur anymore, we left Honfleur
You didn't like Hamburg anymore, we left Hamburg
You wanted to see Antwerp, we only saw its suburbs
You didn't like your mother anymore, we left your sister
As always

But I'm telling you
I won't go any further
But I'm warning you
I won't go to Paris
Besides, I hate all the fanfare
Of the musette waltz and the accordion

You wanted to see Paris, and we saw Paris
You wanted to see Dutronc, and we saw Dutronc
I wanted to see your sister, I saw Mont Valérien
You wanted to see Hortense, she was in Cantal
I wanted to see Byzantium, and we saw Pigalle
At Saint-Lazare station, I saw the Flowers of Evil
By chance

You didn't like Paris anymore, we left Paris
You didn't like Dutronc anymore, we left Dutronc
Now I confuse your sister with Mont Valérien
From what I know of Hortense, I won't go to Cantal anymore
And too bad for Byzantium, since I saw Pigalle
And Saint-Lazare station, it's expensive and it hurts
By chance

But I'm telling you again (heat up, heat up, Frankie, heat up!)
I won't go any further
But I'm warning you (kaï, kaï, kaï)
The trip is over
Besides, I hate this gypsy jazz
The musette waltz and the riverboats (heat up)

You wanted to see Vierzon, and we saw Vierzon
You wanted to see Vesoul, and we saw Vesoul
You wanted to see Honfleur, and we saw Honfleur
You wanted to see Hamburg, and we saw Hamburg
I wanted to see Antwerp, and we saw Hamburg again
I wanted to see your sister, and we saw your mother
As always

You didn't like Vierzon anymore, we left Vierzon (heat up)
You didn't like Vesoul anymore, we left Vesoul
You didn't like Honfleur anymore, we left Honfleur
You didn't like Hamburg anymore, we left Hamburg
You wanted to see Antwerp, we only saw its suburbs
You didn't like your mother anymore, we left your sister
As always (heat up, guys)

But I'm telling you
I won't go any further
But I'm warning you
I won't go to Paris
Besides, I hate all the fanfare
Of the musette waltz and the accordion

You wanted to see Paris, and we saw Paris
You wanted to see Dutronc, and we saw Dutronc
I wanted to see your sister, I saw Mont Valérien
You wanted to see Hortense, she was in Cantal
I wanted to see Byzantium, and we saw Pigalle
At Saint-Lazare station, I saw the Flowers of Evil
By chance

You didn't like Paris anymore, we left Paris
You didn't like Dutronc anymore, we left Dutronc
Now I confuse your sister with Mont Valérien
From what I know of Hortense, I won't go to Cantal anymore
And too bad for Byzantium, since I saw Pigalle
And Saint-Lazare station, it's expensive and it hurts
By chance

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