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