Take me to the south French coast
Plan it out where we should go
And when we arrive there
We stay a while, get our own boat
And I will try
To make it très bien for you
To make it fatastique for you
Server des biscuits to you
For you, for you
In some fifty years we die (We die)
Together under summer skies
We'll have served each other very well
Every day and every night
And I will try
To make it très bien for you
To make it fatastique for you
Server des biscuits to you
For you, for you
For you