作曲 : The Decemberists
作词 : Colin Meloy
My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist
 In pre-war Paris
 Smuggling bombs for the underground.
 And she met my father
 At a fete in Aix-en-Provence.
 He was disguised as a Russian cadet
 in the employ of the Axis.
 And there in the half-light
 Of the provincial midnight
 To a lone concertina
 They drank in cantinas
 And toasted to Edith Piaf
 And the fall of the Reich.
 
 My sister was born in a hovel in Burgundy 
 And left for the cattle
 But later was found by a communist
 Who'd deserted his ranks
 To follow his dream
 To start up a punk rock band in South Carolina.
 I get letters sometimes.
 They bought a plantation
 She weeds the tobacco
 He offends the nation
 And they write, "Don't be a stranger, why'hear."
 "Sincerely, your sister."
 
 So my parents had me
 To the disgust of the prostitutes
 On a bed in a brothel.
 Surprisingly raised with tender care
 'Til the money got tight
 And they bet me away
 To a blind brigadier in a game
 Of high stakes canasta.
 But he made me a sailor
 On his brigadier ship fleet.
 I know every yardarm
 From main mast to jib sheet.
 But sometimes I long to be landlocked
 And to work in a bakery.