Country Joe McDonald - Quiet Days in Clichy II | Текст песни

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There were two girls from the café,
We picked both of them up one day.
We took both of them to our flat
And the red-headed one gave Carl the clap.

The dark-haired girl took off her shoe
She smiled at Joey and then she was through.
He tried everything but just as luck
The one from Jamaica just wouldn't fuck.

Oh quiet days in Clichy
Oh quiet days in Clichy.

Little Colette she has no sense
Serving the breakfast without her pants
Spoiling the coffee, burning the eggs,
All of her brains are between her legs.

Baby Colette she's all grown up
Sweeping the floor and washing the tub
Cleaning the dishes and ironing the clothes
What she's thinking, God only knows.

Oh quiet days in Clichy
Oh quiet days in Clichy.

The sad-eyed girl from the grocery store,
Her American husband didn't love her anymore.
He deserted her, he vanished away
And she wants to speak English now night and day.

They would go to a movie and then for a walk
And to the apartment for some fun and talk.
She would sleep with one or she would sleep with the other,
As long as they spoke English it really didn't matter.

Oh quiet days in Clichy
Oh quiet days in Clichy.

Then there was Jean from the Herald Tribune
Bringing bottles of wine up to their room.
They could squeeze her tits and rub her crack,
But the thought of fucking drove her quite mad.

At the thought of a cock inside her cunt
She would always begin to smash the place up.
She would weep and screech and scream and cry
And then come back for another try.

Oh quiet days in Clichy
Oh quiet days in Clichy
Oh quiet days in Clichy.

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