Free Borrowed Arguments French Cabaret Pop Song

Song Lyrics

[Intro]
(da-da-da, dum)
(da-da-da, dum)

[Verse 1]
My pen is dead upon the tablecloth
The steam rises from a lukewarm pot of tea
Across the aisle two wool coats wave their hands
They disagree on dialectics and the sea
Jean-Paul picks his nose and quotes Voltaire
While Pierre stabs a croissant with his fork
They argue if the soul is made of smoke
Or just the tax on imported pork

[Chorus]
Write it down, steal the flame
They fight over a dead man's name
(la-da-da-da)
Bite the tip, chew the lead
They solve the world while I get fed
(dum-de-dum)

[Verse 2]
Pierre claims existence precedes the bill
Jean-Paul says the waiter is an illusion
They toss ash upon my damp receipt
And call my silence bourgeois confusion
I scratch their syntax into greasy paper
A masterpiece of borrowed arguments
They drop a bronze coin on the marble top
And leave me with their petty sacraments

[Chorus]
Write it down, steal the flame
They fight over a dead man's name
(la-da-da-da)
Bite the tip, chew the lead
They solve the world while I get fed
(dum-de-dum)

[Bridge]
Is freedom just a choice of jam?
Or sitting here pretending who I am?
They slam the glass!
They spill the wine!
Their mid-life crisis becomes my finest line!

[Chorus]
Write it down, steal the flame
They fight over a dead man's name
(la-da-da-da)
Bite the tip, chew the lead
They solve the world while I get fed
(dum-de-dum)

[Outro]
Two empty cups
One dirty sleeve
I finally have a trick up my sleeve
(la-da-da-da)
(dum-de-dum)
The ink flows now
Goodbye, messieurs