It's just French rock'n'roll It's just French rock'n'roll
When he slams the door And your nerves are raw And you've no-one but yourself to blame And you just want to end it all
It's just French rock'n'roll It's just French rock'n'roll
La, la la la, la la la La la la, la la la
Get yourself another lover And hope that he's the one But you know how the film's going to end And it's just only begun But you swear this one's forever Or at least hold to next breath Read the message on the bottle Going to drink yourself to death
Ouvrez la fen¨ºtre Regardez la chansonnier Ecoutez la musique C'est parfait
La, la la la, la la la La la la, la la la
It's just French rock'n'roll It's just French rock'n'roll It's just French rock'n'roll It's just French rock'n'roll
I was at my wit's end Things were looking black It was getting pretty obvious I was never coming back I threw open window And I stood out on the ledge When the sweetest sound I've ever heard Pushed me back from the edge
La, la la la, la la la La la la, la la la
Compositores: Luke Michael Haines, Jonathan Foster-moore ECAD: Obra #43003437