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Jacques Brel is Alive and Well and Living in Paris - Funeral Tango

Ah, I can see them now

Clutching a handkerchief

And blowing me a kiss

Discreetly asking how

How come he died so young

Or was he very old

Is the body still warm

Is it already cold

All doors are open wide

They poke around inside

My desk, my drawers, my trunk

There's nothing left to hide

Some love letters are there

And an old photograph

They've l aid my poor soul bare

And all they do is laugh

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, ha!

Ah, I can see them all

So formal and so stiff

Like a sergeant-at-arms

At the policeman's ball

And everybody's pushing

To be the first in line

Their hearts upon their sleeves

Like a ten-cent valentine

The old women are there

Too old to give a damn

They even brought the kids

Who don't know who I am

They're thinking about the price

Of my funeral bouquet

What they're thinking isn't nice

'Cause now they'll have to pay

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, ha

Ah, I see all of you

All of my phony friends

Who can't wait till it ends

Who can't wait till it's through

Oh, I see all of you

You've been laughing all these years

And now all that you have le ft

Are a few crocodile tears

Ah, you don't even know

That you're entering your hell

As you leave my cemetery

And you think you're doing well

With that one who's at your side

You're as proud as you can be

Ah, she's going to make you cry

But not the way you cried for me

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, ha

Ah, I can see me now

So cold and so alone

As the flowers slowly die

In my field of little bones

Ah, I can see me now

I can see me at the end

Of this voyage that I' m on

Without a love, without a friend

Now all this that I see

Is not what I deserve

They really have a nerve

To say these things to me

No, girls, just bread and water

All your money you must save

Or there'll be nothing left for us

When you're dead and in your grave

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, há