Les Landes.....

Penned through a freakin' Aretha machine
Cool and lean cold and clean in the inseam
I took the drug I got the hug
I felt the habit like Bruce Babbit
I bust canard yeah I got corn in the field
This ain't not Provence baby this the real deal

He's comin' from the land...

The piano is back it's in attack
I make vrac and I weedwack the brat pack
For my morning meal
This ain't no Provence baby this the real deal

He's comin' from the land....

Normalement (alright that's enough of that)
Normalement (stop it)
Normalement (no more)

Tu m'attends matin et soir
La vinaigrette c'est å savoir
Tu me paies å jouer
Invitez tes potes
Il faut rester

And they drill it down into the squishy ground
And then they all go down
And the muggers form into another pantomime
And then they sing in time

It's nice to be nice it's nice to feel nice it's to be nice it's nice to feel nice

And you go on with frustrated hands
Go to nothing go away
Like a Frenchman who is late for his lunch
You know we'll take anything
In the friendly fat fortune of an alibi
Super big wigs can cry
And the little one is eating with a spoon and fork
And blood is just so vital

C'est sage d'etre sage c'est sage å de se sentir sage
C'est sage d'etre sage c'est sage å de se sentir sage