By the Seine

The Crookes

Oh poor Frankie's sleeping by the Seine 
He's lost his way and the wayward artist's name is 
washed with the rain 

Now he cries out 
"We are here, this is the dogs. Our stars are lost."
But the pavement bares your name 
down by the Seine 

La de da 

I wouldn't have it any other way 

Oh Frankie you'll never know 
how you set young lovers on their toes 
You've filled your cap with pennies from the proletariat 
Sleeping by the Seine 

The crowds are loud; the streets are black 
But still your painting stares from the tarmac 
For now the moon shines bright
upon these dark waters tonight 
Sleeping by the Seine 

Oh poor Frankie's sleeping by the Seine 
He's lost his way and the wayward artist's name is washed with the rain
Now he cries out "We are here, this is the dogs. Our stars are lost." 
But the pavement bares your name
down by the Seine 

They chased you down the Rue de Mon 
You were cursing like a scullion 
You found your head stuck in a cloud 
And you cried 
"If it was a sunny day, all the cobbles would gleam down Back-hand Way"

We shout
"Tonight, the Seine is ours."

I wouldn't have it any other way. 

Oh Frankie you'll never know how you set young lovers on their toes 
You've filled your cap with pennies from the proletariat 
Sleeping by the Seine

The crowds are loud; the streets are black 
But still your painting stares from the tarmac 
For now the moon shines bright upon these dark waters tonight
Sleeping by the Seine