Late night therapy. . . everybody sing!
I won't finish my life in Timbuktu
cheeks so tight my lips are turning blue
I'd like to be wrinkled, utterly wrinkled
wrinkled like a Triplet from Belleville
Don't want to wind my days in Acapulco
stiff as a board dancing tango-tango
I'd love to be twisted, utterly twisted
twisted like a Triplet from Belleville
"Come on Girls!"
Swinging Belleville rendez-vous
marathon dancing doop dee doop
vaudou Cancan balais taboo
au Belleville swinging rendez-vous
I won't be an old man in Singapore
playing scrabble and eating petits-fours
I want to be wicked, utterly wicked
wicked like the Triplets from Belleville
I don't want to end my life in Honolulu
singing like a bird in an ormolu
I want to be as rough, every bit as rough
rough as a Triplet from Belleville
Swinging Belleville rendez-vous
marathon dancing doop dee doop
vaudou Cancan balais taboo
au Belleville swinging rendez-vous
I won't finish my days in Miami Beach
sweating my heart stalking like an old bitch
I'd like to be flying (Hop!)
utterly flying (Hop! Hop!)
flying like a Triplet from Belleville
Don't mind ending my life in Katmandu
signing with a sitar and a guru
but I'd prefer to be
much prefer to be
swinging with the Triplets from Belleville
"Come on Girls!"
Swinging Belleville rendez-vous
marathon dancing doop dee doop
vaudou Cancan balais taboo
au Belleville swinging rendez-vous
Swinging Belleville rendez-vous
marathon dancing doop dee doop
vaudou Cancan balais taboo
au Belleville swinging rendez-vous
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