You wanted to see Vierzon, and we saw Vierzon
You wanted to see Vesoul, and we saw Vesoul
You wanted to see Honfleur, and we saw Honfleur
You wanted to see Hamburg, and we saw Hamburg
I wanted to see Antwerp, we saw Hamburg again
I wanted to see your sister, and we saw your mother
As always

You no longer loved Vierzon, we left Vierzon
You no longer loved Vesoul, we left Vesoul
You no longer loved Honfleur, we left Honfleur
You no longer loved Hamburg, we left Hamburg
You wanted to see Antwerp, we only saw its suburbs
You no longer loved your mother, we left your sister
As always

But I tell you, I won't go any further
But I warn you, I won't go to Paris
Besides, I hate all the fuss
Of the musette waltz and the accordion

You wanted to see Paris, and we saw Paris
You wanted to see Dutronc, and we saw Dutronc
I wanted to see your sister, I saw Mont Valérien
You wanted to see Hortense, she was in Cantal
I wanted to see Byzantium, and we saw Pigalle
At Saint-Lazare station, I saw the Flowers of Evil
By chance

You no longer loved Paris, we left Paris
You no longer loved Dutronc, we left Dutronc
Now, I confuse your sister and Mont Valérien
From what I know of Hortense, I won't go to Cantal anymore
And too bad for Byzantium, since I saw Pigalle
And Saint-Lazare station, it's expensive, and it hurts
Randomly

But I tell you again (heat up, Marcel, heat up)
I won't go any further
But I warn you (quail, quail, quail)
The journey is over
Besides, I hate all the fuss
Of the musette waltz and the accordion

You wanted to see Vierzon, and we saw Vierzon
You wanted to see Vesoul, and we saw Vesoul
You wanted to see Honfleur, and we saw Honfleur
You wanted to see Hamburg, and we saw Hamburg
I wanted to see Antwerp, and we saw Hamburg again
I wanted to see your sister, and we saw your mother
As always

You no longer loved Vierzon, we left Vierzon (heat up, heat up, heat up)
You no longer loved Vesoul, we left Vesoul
You no longer loved Honfleur, we left Honfleur
You no longer loved Hamburg, we left Hamburg
You wanted to see Antwerp, we only saw its suburbs
You no longer loved your mother, we left her sister
As always (heat up guys)

But I tell you again (quail)
I won't go any further
But I warn you, I won't go to Paris
Besides, I hate all the fuss
Of the musette waltz and the accordion

You wanted to see Paris, and we saw Paris
You wanted to see Dutronc, and we saw Dutronc
I wanted to see your sister, I saw Mont Valérien
You wanted to see Hortense, she was in Cantal
I wanted to see Byzantium, and we saw Pigalle
At Saint-Lazare station, I saw the Flowers of Evil
By chance

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