It isn't by chance I happen to be,
A boulevardier, the toast of
Paris.
For over the noise, the talk and the smoke,
I'm good for a
laugh, a drink or a joke
I walk in a room, a party or ball,
"Come sit
over here" somebody will call.
"A drink for M'sieur, a drink for us
all!
But how many times I stop and recall.
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Ah, the apple trees, blossoms in the breeze
That we walked among, lying in the hay
Games we used to play while the rounds were sung
Only yesterday, when the world was young.
Wherever I go they mention my
name,
And that in itself, is some sort of fame,
"Come by for a
drink, we're having a game,"
Wherever I go I'm glad that I came.
The
talk is quite gay, the company fine,
There's laughter and lights, and
glamour and wine,
And beautiful girls and some of them mine,
But
often my eyes see a diff'rent shine.
Ah, the apple trees, sunlit
memories,
Where the hammock swung, on our backs we'd lie,
Looking
at the sky till the stars were strung,
Only last July when the
world was young.
Chorus
While sitting around, we often recall,
The laugh of the
year, the night of them all.
The blonde who was so attractive that
year,
Some opening night that made us all cheer.
Remember that time
we all got so tight,
And Jacques and Antoine got into a fight.
The
gendarmes who came, passed out like a light,
I laugh with the rest,
it's all very bright.