We had not long set sail
When a gust of a gale
Whisked my poor deck chair away
Into the brine, this blusterous swine
Stole something precious from me that day
What will I sit on
Now that my chair's gone?
Where will I rest my behind?
Who will cradle me
Through the stormy seas of life
And of time?
(La vie, le temps, la mort) ooh, my old deck chair
(Qui te bercera?) Well, my deck chair
(J'appartiens à Poseidon) ooh, my deck chair
(Le vent est ton tempérament)
(Mon amour)
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I stand here alone
For I have not a throne
Surveying the swell for a sign
The seat I relied on
Belongs to Poseidon
She is Neptune's, not mine