There's a place I'd go
To write all the wrongs
I was always gonna be that escapist
And probably that's what saved me
Would be easier if you were a stranger
Then there'd be no need to disguise your agenda
Go on and on about affection
All I see is 'didaction'
Single me out, rough me up
Said I'm a tough nut to crack
Rest assured there won't be a hazel cracking
Like any Francophile, I'd crack and fill a cheek
Goodness bless the French Republic
Red wine, olive and garlic
Liberty? Equality? Fraternity?
My name's Watson, and I excuse your profanity
There's a place I'd go
To write all day long
Wanna know the place?
You will hear about it now