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1	My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist, pre-war in Paris						My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist	1
2	Smuggling bombs for the underground						In pre-war Paris	2
3	And she met my father at a fete in Aix-en-Provence						Smuggling bombs for the underground.	3
4	He was disguised as a Russian cadet in the employ of the Axis						And she met my father	4
5							At a fete in Aix-en-Provence.	5
6	And there in the half-light , the provincial midnight						He was disguised as a Russian cadet	6
7	To a lone concertina, they drank in cantinas						in the employ of the Axis.	7
8	And toasted to Edith Piaf and the fall of the Reich						And there in                   the half-light	8
1							Of the provincial midnight	1
2							To a lone concertina	2
3							They drank in cantinas	3
4							And toasted to Edith Piaf	4
5							And the fall of the Reich.	5
	My sister was born in a hovel in Burgundy						My sister was born in a hovel in Burgundy
9	Left       for the cattle but later was found by a communist						And left for the cattle	9
10	Who'd deserted his ranks to follow his dream						But later was found by a communist	10
11	To start up a punk rock band in South Carolina						Who'd deserted his ranks	11
12							To follow his dream	12
13	Well, I get letters sometimes they bought the plantation						To start up a punk rock band	13
14	She weeds the tobacco, he offends the nation						in South Carolina.	14
15	And they write, "Don't be a stranger, y'hear, sincerely, your sister"						I get letters sometimes.	15
16							They bought a plantation	16
17	So my parents had me to the disgust of the prostitutes						She weeds                       the tobacco	17
18	Bred in a brothel, surprisingly raised with tender care						He offends the nation	18
19	'Til the money got tight and they bet me away						And                              they write, "Don't	19
20	To a blind brigadier in a game of high stakes Canasta						be a stranger,	20
6							y'hear."	6
7							"Sincerely, your sister."	7
21	But he made me a sailor on his brigadier ship fleet						So my parents had me	21
22	I know every yardarm from main mast to jib sheet						To the disgust of the prostitutes	22
8							On a bed in a brothel.	8
9							Surprisingly raised with tender care	9
10							'Til the money got tight	10
11							And they bet me away	11
12							To a blind brigadier in a game	12
13							Of high stakes canasta.	13
14							But he made me a sailor	14
15							On his brigadier ship fleet.	15
16							I know every yardarm	16
17							From main mast to jib sheet.	17
	But sometimes I long to be landlocked						But sometimes I long to be landlocked
23	And to work in a bakery						And to work in a bakery.	23

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