If the show was very thrilling,
If the lovely ladies sang him
Haunting songs of joy and sadness,
He’d have told you in a minute
That he hadn’t time to notice.
He was always much too busy
Shouting “Un, deux, trois” with Frenchmen,
Drinking lager beer with Serbians,
Swapping caps with ice-cream merchants,
Helping several rowdy Russkis