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the street vendors' waltz - michel legrand lyrics

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(the square where dusoleil lives; it is filled with people.)

[painter, newsvendor and wh0re]
oh, if you go to the rue st. vincent
in the 18th
arrondiss*m*nt
we are the people you’re likely to meet
we like to work the street

[painter]
i’ll paint you beautiful views
garish concoctions of yellows and blues

[newsvendor]
i sell the news

[wh0re]
i’ve particular favors to sell
my clientele
all know me well
and i can boast i’m the toast of montmartre
i’ve been with jean paul sartrе!

[all three]
so if you go to the rue st. vincent
in thе 18th
arrondiss*m*nt
we are the people you’re likely to meet
we like to work the street
this is the chorus we’re forced to repeat
all about life
here on the street

[wh0re]
it’s tough on the back

[painter]
and the brush

[newsvendor]
and the feet

[all three]
but everyone has to eat

(two policemen take “rent” from the vendors and hand it to the prosecutor.)

[policeman #1]
every day from ten o’clock to luncheon
i swing my truncheon
i sort of swagger past the citizens
and offer them continuing protection

[policeman #2]
which, on reflection
they are all delighted to accept from us!
[both]
then we can save them the time
by collecting all their rent

[prosecutor]
and 25 percent goes to me
and my
well, i wouldn’t like to call them henchmen
they’re honest frenchmen
who know their duty
and the fact that i’m the prosecutor general and the bailiff
you’ll die in jail if
you dare to dare to disagree!

(dusoleil observes isabelle watering flowers on her balcony.)

[dusoleil]
i wonder why
i keep k!lling all my flowers
though i water them for hours
til they somehow seem to languish and die
and my pastries always burn
all my enterprises turn into disaster

i try my best
but it’s always my worst
i fed our goldfish so often, they burst
try as i may
all my tulips seem to droop
and this pool of yellow gloop
is the remnants of a lemon soufflé
while i’m trying to be a wife
i can feel my life is drizzling away
(each person repeats their refrain, all together.)

(then:)

[all]
so if you go to the rue st. vincent
in the 18th
arrondiss*m*nt
we are the people you’re likely to meet
on the rue st. vincent
forever!

(as they leave, dusoleil greets them shyly.)

- michel legrand lyrics

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