Emile’s Vietnam in the Sky

Jean Cocteau is covered in butter

The ghosts of Cappucino and Zaza hover

In the hallway where the devil and his lover

Beg you for change on the slideThere's nothing really like a French blues

Blown by an unknown soldier in you

To all your regrets and you rouse

I'll meet you down there when I tryAnd do you ever wonder

Where you go when you die?

Emile's Vietnam in the skyWell, I'd take better care of your heart

You'll be opening a Sswiss bank account

Let go, it's over now, play your part

You'll be swinging those milk clouds on highAnd do you ever wonder

Where you go when you die?

Emile's Vietnam in the sky