Bon Ton Roulet

You see me there, well I ain't no fool
One smart Frenchman never been to school
If you want to get somewhere in a Creole town
Stop and let me show you your way around

And let the bon ton roulet, and let the moulay voulay
Now don't you be no foolay, and let the bon ton roulet

I got a creole girl, she one fine dish
But she got ways like a old crawfish
She don't do nothing but raise sin all night
But when it come to loving she much all right

She let the bon ton roulet, she let the moulay voulay
Now don't you be no foolay, and let the bon ton roulet

If you want to have yourself some real fine fun
Go down to Louisiana and get you one
You see them cutting cane all down the line
I got me a cotton picker, and she sure is fine

She let the bon ton roulet, she let the moulay voulay
Now don't you be no foolay, and let the bon ton roulet !

A foggy day in London Town

I was a stranger in the city

Out of town were the people I knew

I had that feeling of self-pity

What to do? What to do? What to do?

The outlook was decidedly blue

But as I walked through the foggy streets alone

It turned out to be the luckiest day I've known

A foggy day in London Town

Had me low and had me down

I viewed the morning with alarm

The British Museum had lost its charm

How long, I wondered, could this thing last?

But the age of miracles hadn't passed,

For, suddenly, I saw you there

And through foggy London Town

The sun was shining everywhere.

Gundula, 72 ans

sublime, simplement sublime...