| Well, I’m leavin' my family, leavin' all my friends |
| My body’s at home, but my heart’s in the wind |
| Where the clouds are like headlines upon a new front page sky |
| My tears are salt water. The moon’s full and high |
| And I know Martin Eden is gonna be proud of me |
| Many before me been called by the sea |
| To be up in the crows nest singin' by saying: |
| Shiver me timbers. Sailing away |
| And the fog’s lifting, the sand’s shifting, I’m drifting on out |
| Old Captain Ahab’s got nothin' on me |
| Swallow me, don’t follow me. I travel alone |
| The water’s my daughter. I shall skip like a stone |
| And the fog’s lifting, the sand’s shifting, I’m drifting on out |
| Old Captain Ahab longs to hear me shout |
| «Swallow me, don’t follow me. I travel alone |
| The water, she’s my daughter. I’ll skip like a stone.» |
| Won’t you please call my old man. Tell him not to cry |
| My goodbyes are written by the moon in the sky |
| Say, nobody knows me. Can’t fathom my staying |
| Shiver me timbers. I’m sailing away |
| La, la, la, la, la, la |
| La, la, la, la |
| La, la, la, la, la, la, la |
| La, la-a, la |
| La, la, la, la, la, la |
| La, la, la, la |
| La, la, la, la, la, la, la |
| La, la-a, la |
| La, la, la, la. la, la, la, la |
| La, la, la, la, la |
| La, la, la, la, la, la |
| La, la, la, la, la, la,. |
| La, la, la, la, la, la. . |
| Samedi et vendredi et lundi et dimanche |
| Anouilh, Belmondo, Fernandel et Bardot |
| Montalban, Ricardo, la la la |
| Sandra Dee, Dame May Whitty sont ici egalement |
| Henry et Nancy et Vaslav Ninjinsky et |
| Lucy et Desi et la la la |
| J’aime tous les gens dont je parle, vous savez |
| Parce qu’ils viennet me voir quand je dors |
| Je chante de petites chansons pour eux, tu sais |
| Je danse plaisante, veux etre morte |
| Pacino et Tricia et Spiro |
| Jackson Cinq et Simone Signoret |
| Zizi Jeanmarie, Mamie Eisenhower, Ursula Andress |
| Carmen McRae, Farouk, Aimee Anouk |
| Samedi et vendredi et lundi et dimanche |
| Larry, Curly, et Moe |
| Dylan et DeNiro |
| Debonair Marcello, la la la |
| Ils sont ici dans mes cauchemars |
| Et savez-vous pourquoi? |
| Parce que je mange |
| Je mange de saucisson |
| Je mange de saucisson, la la la |
| Bienvenus a mes cauchemars |
| Bienvenus a mes cauchemars |
| Bienvenus a mes cauchemars |
| Bienvenus a mes cauchemars |
| Bienvenus a mes cauchemars |
| Bienvenus a mes cauchemars |
| Bienvenus a mes cauchemars |
| Bienvenus a mes cauchemars. . |