I met a Frenchman in a field last night
  He was out there with an easel,
  painting carnival light
  He said, "I used to paint the princess;
  I used to paint the frogs
  Now I paint mustaches on dangerous dogs"
  He said, "Sometimes it's a country;
  sometimes it's a girl
  You, everybody got to have a purpose
  in this world
  You Yankees are so silly about matters of
  the heart
  Don't you know that women are the only
  works of art
  You're drivin' with your eyes closed
  You're drivin' with your eyes closed
  You're drivin' with your eyes closed
  You're gonna hit somethin'
  But that's the way it goes"
  Some guys were born to Rimbaud
  Some guys breathe Baudelaire
  Some guys just got to go and put
  their rockets everywhere
  You can breed 'em by the thousands;
  you can trick and you can train
  Just look at all those poor dogs that are
  dragged down bu the Seine
  How many arrows must I shoot into the
  blue?
  Ah, you little maniac, I'm crazy over you
  Before The Dearth of Lovers and
  The Punishment of Pride
  Let's go scrape out on the terrazzo
  It's just to hot outside
  "You're drivin' with your eyes closed
  You're drivin' with your eyes closed
  You're drivin' with your eyes closed
  You're gonna hit somethin'
  But that's the way it goes"
  Talk talk, talk and talk
  Talk talk, sweet talk
  Talk talk, tough talk
  Talk talk, dirty talk
  Talk talk, walk and talk
  Talk talk, big talk
  Kiss kiss, kiss
  Talk talk, talk and talk
  Talk talk, smooth talk
  Talk talk, body talk
  Talk talk, back talk
  Talk talk, small talk
  Talk talk, baby talk
  Talk talk, peace talk
  Talk talk, bullshit