My story is so tiresome.(tiresome!)
Back in France, 
I was rich as they come.(as they come!)
But I lost all my wealth
And my good mental health.
Now I live with ze filth and ze scum.(and ze scum!)
I'm Pierre, ze only french bum in 
New York (ooooooooh)
When I open my 
Boone's Farm, 
I still sniff ze cork (ooooooooh)
So have you a quarter?
I'm begging you, please. (ooooooooh)
I have to have wine with my government cheese.
I really should bid you adieu.(bid adieu!)
I'm feeling a bit sacre bleu.(sacre bleu!)
My life is a hell.
I give off a bad smell,
But I'm French, so that's always been true.
Pee-ew!