The Pebbles

The Pebbles - Figaro lyrics

Your rating:

Sue, she needed something new.
The fever's breaking through,
she felt she had to break away.

Jim, too tired to keep him trim.
And Sue, she said to him,
"Let's make a trip to paradise,
The French Riviera."

Je parlerai, tu parleras, nous parlerons d'amour pour toujours.
Let's make love, mon amour.
I know a place.
Ça va les gars ? De chez Figaro ?
Qui fument des cigarillos ?
Comment ça va ?
Ça va les filles ? De chez Figaro ?
Qui dansent le bolero ?

John was looking out for fun
and he drove off to the sun
to meet his friends at Figaro.

Jess was living under stress,
lay off her daily dress,
put on her jeans to rock 'n' roll,
sell her soul.

Je parlerai, tu parleras, nous parlerons d'amour pour toujours.
Let's make love, mon amour.
I know a place.
Ça va les gars ? De chez Figaro ?
Qui fument des cigarillos ?
Comment ça va ?
Ça va les filles ? De chez Figaro ?
Qui dansent le boléro ?

Comment ça va ?
Ça va les gars ? De chez Figaro ?
Qui fument des cigarillos ?
Comment ça va ?
Ça va les filles ? De chez Figaro ?
Qui dansent le boléro ?

Comment ça va ?
Ça va les gars ? De chez Figaro ?
Qui fument des cigarillos ?
Comment ça va ?
Ça va les filles ? De chez Figaro ?
Qui dansent le bolero ?
Get this song at:
bol.com
amazon.com

Copyrights:

Author: Fred Bekky, Bob "Bobott" Baelemans

Composer: ?

Publisher: Killroy

Details:

Released in: 1980

Language: English

Share your thoughts

This form is protected by reCAPTCHA and the Google Privacy Policy and Terms of Service apply.

0 Comments found