I won't finish my life in Timbuktu cheeks so tight my lips are turning blue I'd like to be wrinkled, utterly wrinkled wrinkled like a Triplet from Belleville
Don't want to wind my days in Acapulco stiff as a board dancing tango-tango I'd love to be twisted, utterly twisted twisted like a Triplet from Belleville "Come on Girls!"
Swinging Belleville rendez-vous marathon dancing doop dee doop vaudou Cancan balais taboo au Belleville swinging rendez-vous
I won't be an old man in Singapore playing scrabble and eating petits-fours I want to be wicked, utterly wicked wicked like the Triplets from Belleville
I don't want to end my life in Honolulu singing like a bird in an ormolu I want to be as rough, every bit as rough rough as a Triplet from Belleville
Swinging Belleville rendez-vous marathon dancing doop dee doop vaudou Cancan balais taboo au Belleville swinging rendez-vous
I won't finish my days in Miami Beach sweating my heart stalking like an old bitch I'd like to be flying (Hop!) utterly flying (Hop! Hop!) flying like a Triplet from Belleville
Don't mind ending my life in Katmandu signing with a sitar and a guru but I'd prefer to be much prefer to be swinging with the Triplets from Belleville "Come on Girls!"
Swinging Belleville rendez-vous marathon dancing doop dee doop vaudou Cancan balais taboo au Belleville swinging rendez-vous
Swinging Belleville rendez-vous marathon dancing doop dee doop vaudou Cancan balais taboo au Belleville swinging rendez-vous