Pierre

I got a call from my writing partner from collage Jeff, and were kinda drinking and talking to each other on the phone and he goes, You know what I ya that I can name a subject that you cant write a song about and I said alright fucker lets hear it what do you got and he goes aaa how about a homeless guy I said easy and he said who is French

Lets give it a shot! if this doesn't go over I own him a lot of money

My story is so tiresome.
lets try that again...

My story is so tiresome.
(tiresome!)
Back in France, I was rich as they come.
(as they come!)
But I lost all my wealth
And my good mental health.
Now I live with ze filth and ze scum.
(and ze scum!)

I'm Pierre, ze only french bum in New York (ooooooooh)
When I open my Boone's Farm, I still sniff ze cork (ooooooooh)
So have you a quarter?
I'm begging you, please. (ooooooooh)
I have to have wine with my government cheese.

I really should bid you adieu.
(bid adieu!)
I'm feeling a bit sacre bleu.
(sacre bleu!)
My life is a hell.
I give off a bad smell,
But I'm French, so that's always been true.

Pee-ew!