L'Homme À La Moto
Édith Piaf
The Man on the Motorcycle
He wore breeches, motorcycle boots
A black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
His motorcycle took off like a cannonball
Spread terror throughout the region
He never combed his hair, he never washed his hair
His nails were covered in grease, but on his biceps he had
A tattoo with a blue heart on pale skin
And right inside it read Mom I love you
He had a girlfriend named Marie-Lou
She was pitied, a child of her age
Because everyone knew that he loved above all else
His motorcycle female dog much more
He wore breeches, motorcycle boots
A black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
His motorcycle took off like a cannonball
Spread terror throughout the region
Marie-Lou the poor girl implored him, begged him
Say, don't leave tonight, I'll cry if you go
But the words were lost, her tears as well
In the noise of the machine and the exhaust pipe
He leaps like a devil with flames in his eyes
At the level crossing, it was like a flash of fire
Against a locomotive heading south
And when we cleared away the debris
We found her panties, her motorcycle boots
His black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
But nothing more of the motorcycle and nothing more of this demon
Who sowed terror throughout the region
