A week ago, this boat was drowning
We rescued it with serious clowning
A week now gone, this boat is cruising
It’s quiet now, people are snoozing
So at this mellow end of day
We’ll settle down with Charles Trenet
And raise a glass to next week’s banter
We’ll see white horses run and canter
And long-legged birds with feathers pink
Their necks bowed low to take a drink
What comes next is hard to say
We may just take it day-by-day
Linger here, no pressures weigh
Time enough to reach Marseille