Parisian pierrot, society's hero
The lord of the day, the Rue de la Paix
Is under your sway
The world may flatter but what does that matter?
They'll never shatter your bloom profound
Parisian pierrot, your spirit's at zero
Divinely forlorn, with exquisite scorn
From sunset to dawn
The limbo is calling, your star will be falling
As soon as the clock goes round
Parisian pierrot, your spirit's at zero
Divinely forlorn, with exquisite scorn
From sunset to dawn
The limbo is calling, your star will be falling
As soon as the clock goes round