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Country Joe McDonald
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Quiet Days in Clichy
Come on people and listen to me
I tell you the story of Carl and Joey.
The girls they fucked and the women they layed
This is the story of the love they made.
Don't get excited, be patient, please
Just put your hand on your lover's knees.
And during the movie, if you get a chance,
Put your hand inside her pants.
Oh, quiet days in Clichy
Oh, quiet days in Clichy
Now perhaps you are ready to see
The story of the place Clichy
So come and let us spend a while
With Joey and his french friend Carl.
Oh, quiet days in Clichy
Oh, quiet days in Clichy
There were two girls from the café,
We picked both of them up one day.
We took both of them to our flat
And the red-headed one gave Carl the clap.
Oh quiet days in Clichy
Oh quiet days in Clichy.
The dark-haired girl took off her shoe
She smiled at Joey and then she was through.
He tried everything but just as luck
The one from Jamaica just wouldn't fuck.
Oh quiet days in Clichy
Oh quiet days in Clichy.
The sad-eyed girl from the grocery store,
Her American husband didn't love her anymore.
He deserted her, he vanished away
And she wants to speak English now night and day.
Oh quiet days in Clichy
Oh quiet days in Clichy.
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They would go to a movie and then for a walk
And to the apartment for some fun and talk.
She would sleep with one or she would sleep with the other,
As long as they spoke English it really didn't matter.
Oh quiet days in Clichy
Oh quiet days in Clichy.
Little Colette she has no sense
Serving the breakfast without her pants
Spoiling the coffee, burning the eggs,
All of her brains are between her legs.
Oh quiet days in Clichy
Oh quiet days in Clichy.
Baby Colette she's all grown up
Sweeping the floor and washing the tub
Cleaning the dishes and ironing the clothes
What she's thinking, God only knows.
Oh quiet days in Clichy
Oh quiet days in Clichy.
Then there was Jean from the Herald Tribune
Bringing bottles of wine up to their room.
They could squeeze her tits and rub her crack,
But the thought of fucking drove her quite mad.
Oh quiet days in Clichy
Oh quiet days in Clichy.
At the thought of a cock inside her cunt
She would always begin to smash the place up.
She would weep and screech and scream and cry
And then come back for another try.
Oh quiet days in Clichy
Oh quiet days in Clichy
Oh quiet days in Clichy.
Oh quiet days in Clichy
Oh quiet days in Clichy.
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