Deck Chair Songtext
We had not long set sail
When a gust of a gale
Whisked my poor deckchair away
Into the brine
This blusterous swine
Stole something precious from me, that day
What will I sit on
Now that my chair is gone?
Where will I rest my behind?
Who will cradle me
When a gust of a gale
Whisked my poor deckchair away
Into the brine
This blusterous swine
Stole something precious from me, that day
What will I sit on
Now that my chair is gone?
Where will I rest my behind?
Who will cradle me
Through the stormy seas
Of life and of time?
La vie
Le temps
La mort
(Oh, my old deck chair)
Qui te bercera?
(Well, my deck chair)
J'appartiens à Poseidon
(Ooh, my deck chair)
Le vent est ton tempérament
Mon amour
I stand here alone
For I have, not, a throne
Surveying the swell for a sign
The seat I relied on
Belongs to Poseidon She is Neptune's, not mine
Of life and of time?
La vie
Le temps
La mort
(Oh, my old deck chair)
Qui te bercera?
(Well, my deck chair)
J'appartiens à Poseidon
(Ooh, my deck chair)
Le vent est ton tempérament
Mon amour
I stand here alone
For I have, not, a throne
Surveying the swell for a sign
The seat I relied on
Belongs to Poseidon She is Neptune's, not mine
