Marseilles Songtext
von L.A. Guns

Buy me a box of French cigars
Cop me a black beret
Get my French from the girl next door
Teaching me night and day
I′ve been thinking 'bout myself in France
Vis-à-vis-à-vous
Pack my suitcase, take a chance
I got nothing to lose

Give me the sound of a rolling dice
Give me a whiskey and don′t think twice
Give me the sound that takes my blues away
Take me away to Marseilles

Fast train, jet plane, money to burn
Don't ask the reason why
Drinking champagne, playing it cool
Don't even have to try


Give me the sound of a rolling dice
Give me a whiskey and don′t think twice
Give me the sound that takes my blues away
Take me away to Marseilles

Fast train, jet plane, money to burn
Don′t ask the reason why
Drinking champagne, playing it cool
Don't even have to try
I′m still thinking 'bout myself in France
Vis-à-vis-à-vous
Pack my suitcase, take a chance
I got nothing to lose

Give me the sound of a rolling dice
Give me a whiskey and don′t think twice
Give me the sound that takes my blues away
Take me away to Marseilles
Take me away to Marseilles
Take me away to Marseilles

Ah, bonsoir, mademoiselle
Voulez-vous un promenade avec moi?
Ah, c'est bon
Ah, tres bien, ma chere
Ah, je t′adore