Lyrics Marseilles (Bombay Rock 1983) - The Angels

Got your passport ready, sister?
You're gonna need more than stamps

Bought me a box of French cigars
Bought me a black beret
Get my French from a girl next door
Teaching me night and day
Got me thinking 'bout the south of France
Vis-à-vis de vous
Pack my suitcase, takin' the chance
Got nothing to lose

Gimme the sound of the rolling dice
Gimme a whisky, don't think twice
Deal me the card, takes my blues away
Take me away to Marseilles

Fast train, jet plane, money to burn
Don't ask the reason why
Drinking champagne, playing it cool
Don't even have to try, baby

Gimme the sound of the rolling dice
Gimme a whisky, don't think twice
Deal me the card that takes my blues away
Take me away to Marseilles

Just get on down south, sugar
Save up all your pennies, honey

Take me away to Marseilles

Fast train, jet plane, money to burn
Don't ask a reason why
Drinking champagne playing it cool
Don't even have to try
I'm still thinking 'bout the south of France
Vis-à-vis de vous
Pack up my suitcase, I'm takin' the chance, well listen
I got nothing to lose

Gimme the sound of the rolling dice
Gimme a whisky, don't think twice
Deal me the card, that takes my blues away
Take me away to Marseille
Take me away to Marseille
Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-Marseille
Take me away to Marseille

What are you doing here?

I know your big sister

Put him down

He's just a security guard

Bonsoir mademoiselle

Voulez-vous fair promenade avec moi, ce soir, hein?
Hein? (Hein?)
Hein? (Hein?)
Hein? (Hein?) Hein? (Hein?) Hein? (Hein?) Hein? (Hein?)
Hein? (Hein?) Hein? (Hein?) Hein? (Hein?)
Hein-hein-hein? (Hein-hein-hein?)
Hein-hein-hein? (Hein-hein-hein?)
Hein-hein-hein? (Hein-hein-hein?)
Hein-hein-hein? (Hein-hein-hein?)

Ay (ay) ay (ay) ay (ay)
Ay (ay) ay (ay)
Ah, très bien
Toi ma chérie
Ah, je t'adore