Givenchy (The Year of the Pig I)

I met her through a friend
She was wearing something French
She looked at me
‘Givenchy’ was her name
Got all excited by the sound from her mouth
That accent from the South
She’s from Marseilles
So they say, who could say
I don’t know nothing, but her eyes –
She looked at me so philosophically
She asked me for my number
And I couldn’t get round her
She looked at me so philosophically
I should have known much better
Cause her name was Givenchy.

‘Mon cheri’, she asked me, ‘what is life?’
I don’t know, ‘Life’s a farce’, I told her
‘Life on Mars’…she started to la-dee-da
I’m funny, sweet and kind with money
Life is sweet, she’s going to stay
For awhile, in some style
Till she meets someone else whose richer than me
You will see, tres joli!

She moved right in within a couple of days
A Parisian sarong, cat named Wong,
Bird named Georgette
Not to mention all the letters from Dutoit
Asking her ‘bout moi
And jeans from Rive Gauche
Made the most of my money, car, and phone, and home
And then she got an itch
To marry someone rich
She asked me for some money
But she couldn’t get round me
She sailed across the room
And slung her cheap perfume
She should have known much better
Than to try that song with me!

‘Such is life’, I told her.
‘Such is love’, I told her.
‘Life is short’, she’s telling me
‘Life’s a drag!’
She’s willing to ‘c’est la vie, oh baby’
C’est la smooch, she gave me
Life was sweet, now she’s going away
Giving up, life’s a flop, island hop
Oh go meet someone on a yacht
Owl and Cat singing songs how life has done you wrong.


They say she drowned one day
Outside the port of Marseilles…
Life’s a bitch!, then you die anyway.

‘Mon cheri’, she asked me, ‘what is life?’
I don’t know, ‘Life’s a farce’, I told her
‘Life on Mars’…she started to la-dee-da
I’m funny, sweet and kind with money
Life is sweet, now she’s gone away.

…I love you Givenchy.