ترانه:
France

The ideal girl, in London from France Came over then left me, she left me entranced Now I have to get by once again on my own Nothing but memories So

He's a genius in France, genius in France) That's right (He's a genius in France, genius in France) You know it (He's a genius in France, genius in France, genius in France

Tour de France Radio Tour information Transmission télévision Reportage sur moto Caméra, vidéo et photo Les équipes

L'enfer du Nord: Paris - Roubaix La Cote d'Azur et Saint Tropez Les Alpes et les Pyrennees Derniere etape Champs-Elysees Galibier et Tourmalet En danseuse

to France Mary Queen of chance, will they find you? Never going to get to France Could a new romance ever bind you? Never going to get to France Never

to France Mary Queen of chance, will they find you Never going to get to France Could a new romance ever bind you Never going to get to France Never

You stood beside a burning bush And let the trumpetmen catch fire You squeezed a flood out of a stone And all the people drank it dry So all the ships

I am blowing for a trumpet Hallelujah You stood too close to the sunset And it finally outgrew you So now I paint you on my doorpost Like I knew you I

Your mother's voice was bleeding through the ceiling As we rolled around along the kitchen floor We could see your father in the backyard kneeling Funny