The drinking dens are spilling out, there’s staggering in the square
I hear the Seven Deadly Sins and the Terrible Twins came to call on you
Standin’ on the corner of toulouse and dauphine, waitin’ on marie-ondine
I’m a soldier of freedom in the army of man
When it’s pop goes the weasel let go of the easel
My whistle under the archways still echoes down the street