| "A Paris Tale (with Rapster - Di Carlo Master)" | |
| In an old death-bed in Paris Lived an old sick man by the name of Jacques Versailles He never, never, never had a friend in the world He could die tomorrow Who would cry? You can take it with you, You can take it with you When you go You can take it with you, You can take it with you When you go Walking down the streets of Paris Three young men with evil in their heads Biting the heads off guide dogs Throwing cripples from their beds We can take your money Jacques We can take your money fore you go We can take your money fore you die We can take your money Who will ever know Entering Jacques door, they stealthily creep inside Jacques asleep, they toss him out Beneath the bed there lays a golden prize 84 pairs of sock, filled to the hilt with money Sous and francs Weve done pretty well with Jacques After all, old men are easier than banks Were gonna be stinking rich Our thieving boys know what theyve got But they dont realise that theyve dropped a sock Come on boys youd better take stock If the cops find that youre in for a shock The crime doesnt pay, you cant just walk Not with Jaques stinking sock Theyve got the scent, your way is blocked Youre going to gaol, forget Bangkok You cant take it with you You cant take it with you Where youre going You cant take it with you You cant take it with you Where youre going Out come the gendarmes, the blood hounds pick up the trail They sniff the sock, they track them down The murderous thieves will spend five years in gaol But what of the loot, now theres a hoot Jacques passed away without family, friend or mate With no-one left to share the cash His smelly stash gets grabbed up by the state Mon dieu et droit Thieves may come and thieves may go But no one steals like a government, bro They cover their tracks much better yo At least they think that we think so Id like to stay but Ive got to go Cos unlike them I gotta earn my dough They had us all fooled a long time ago But we know it was all for show Thieves may come and thieves may go But no one steals like a government, bro Thieves may come and thieves may go But no one steals like a government, bro | |