My story is so tiresome. (tiresome!) Back in France, I was rich as they come. (as they come!) But I lost all my wealth And my good mental health. Now I live with ze filth and ze scum. (and ze scum!) I'm Pierre, ze only french bum in New York (ooooooooh) When I open my Boone's Farm, I still sniff ze cork (ooooooooh) So have you a quarter? I'm begging you, please. (ooooooooh) I have to have wine with my government cheese. I really should bid you adieu. (bid adieu!) I'm feeling a bit sacre bleu. (sacre bleu!) My life is a hell. I give off a bad smell, But I'm French, so that's always been true. Pee-ew!