Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Quiet Days in Clichy, artist - Country Joe McDonald. Album song Into The Fray, in the genre Date of issue: 14.07.1981
Record label: Rag Baby
Song language: English
Quiet Days in Clichy |
| Come on people and listen to me |
| I tell you the story of Carl and Joey. |
| The girls they fucked and the women they layed |
| This is the story of the love they made. |
| Don’t get excited, be patient, please |
| Just put your hand on your lover’s knees. |
| And during the movie, if you get a chance, |
| Put your hand inside her pants. |
| Oh, quiet days in Clichy |
| Oh, quiet days in Clichy |
| Now perhaps you are ready to see |
| The story of the place Clichy |
| So come and let us spend a while |
| With Joey and his french friend Carl. |
| Oh, quiet days in Clichy |
| Oh, quiet days in Clichy |
| There were two girls from the café, |
| We picked both of them up one day. |
| We took both of them to our flat |
| And the red-headed one gave Carl the clap. |
| Oh quiet days in Clichy |
| Oh quiet days in Clichy. |
| The dark-haired girl took off her shoe |
| She smiled at Joey and then she was through. |
| He tried everything but just as luck |
| The one from Jamaica just wouldn’t fuck. |
| Oh quiet days in Clichy |
| Oh quiet days in Clichy. |
| The sad-eyed girl from the grocery store, |
| Her American husband didn’t love her anymore. |
| He deserted her, he vanished away |
| And she wants to speak English now night and day. |
| Oh quiet days in Clichy |
| Oh quiet days in Clichy. |
| They would go to a movie and then for a walk |
| And to the apartment for some fun and talk. |
| She would sleep with one or she would sleep with the other, |
| As long as they spoke English it really didn’t matter. |
| Oh quiet days in Clichy |
| Oh quiet days in Clichy. |
| Little Colette she has no sense |
| Serving the breakfast without her pants |
| Spoiling the coffee, burning the eggs, |
| All of her brains are between her legs. |
| Oh quiet days in Clichy |
| Oh quiet days in Clichy. |
| Baby Colette she’s all grown up |
| Sweeping the floor and washing the tub |
| Cleaning the dishes and ironing the clothes |
| What she’s thinking, God only knows. |
| Oh quiet days in Clichy |
| Oh quiet days in Clichy. |
| Then there was Jean from the Herald Tribune |
| Bringing bottles of wine up to their room. |
| They could squeeze her tits and rub her crack, |
| But the thought of fucking drove her quite mad. |
| Oh quiet days in Clichy |
| Oh quiet days in Clichy. |
| At the thought of a cock inside her cunt |
| She would always begin to smash the place up. |
| She would weep and screech and scream and cry |
| And then come back for another try. |
| Oh quiet days in Clichy |
| Oh quiet days in Clichy |
| Oh quiet days in Clichy. |
| Oh quiet days in Clichy |
| Oh quiet days in Clichy. |