Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bon Vivant, artist - Bing Crosby. Album song The Complete United Artist Sessions, in the genre
Date of issue: 14.09.1997
Record label: Parlophone
Song language: English
Bon Vivant |
I had a dear old guardian |
And he had ways Edwardian |
A tea every day, if he burped he would say |
Oh I beg your pardion to me |
Now I’ve obtained seniority |
And come to my majority |
I’ve traveled far |
Tasted snails, caviar |
So with some authority I say |
If you want a Bon Vivant to brighten up the scene |
Or a jolly extra man to give the party sheen |
Strolling on the Parthenon, or bowling on the green |
I play mandolin 'n tambourine |
Will travel |
If you want a Bon Vivant who only aims to please |
Punting on the Hellesponts for at my lady’s tease |
Tickling her fancies |
And her risibilities |
Just drop a note to me |
My services are free |
For I’m the Bon Vivant you want |
All around the ante room |
The butler chased the maid |
Out the door and down the path |
And through the leafy glade |
Using my binoculars, I followed the parade |
While the soup was getting cold |
He still perused her |
Though his eel persistent, still his efforts went for not |
She opened up an early leave |
And never would be caught |
When the race was over, and seeing her distraught |
I took her in my arms |
Allaying her alarms |
Saying I’m the Bon vivant you want |
Now for the life men dream about |
Days that a king might scheme about |
Once I have got my palatial yacht |
I shall slowly steam about the brine |
Fie on the word 'economy' |
I’ll live a life of bonhomie |
Sail into port for a life pour le sport |
Full of rare gastronomy and wine |
Visiting my auntie boo in tiny liechtenstein |
Strolling through ze meadowlands amongst ze lowing kine |
Flirting mit ze milking maid mit cheeks of apple shine |
Strolling up the timber line und sheeing |
Dueling the Hapsburgs ah ze carefree days zey vere |
Yust before the chancellor positioned up ze Ruhr |
Drinking beer at Heidelberg and holding hands with her |
My consort is the maid, who made the butler fade |
So if you need a pair for your piét de tierre |
Just drop a note to me and for a modest fee |
I’ll be the bon vivant you want |