Good morning, now wake up please
Wake up Louie, how I want to know you
I've seen you repairing locks and clocks
Since the age they made you my king
While I do my best to gamble away
What's left of France's treasury
But loneliness is such a drag
I'm afraid I'll die young but look like an old hag
And all those times I busted your balls
I questioned if you were manly
Well I see now just how wrong I was
Now forgive your queen, Marie
Forgive me Louie
Wake up, wake up please, wake up Marie
I can't believe it's true
The irony of helping liberty has busted the bank
And they blame it on you
Now they're dragging us off
To our deaths in the Tuilerie
But I swear on my heart
I never cheated on France
Or you... my Marie
Signed
Louie