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Requiem For A Jerk (Requiem Pour Un Con)


Listen to the organ that I play for you 
Since you got no choice, hear me through 
You look as if you like it, but you seem reserved 
It's my requiem for a jerk 

I wrote it in the bath on my breakfast tray 
Cut my appetite for the day 
I tried to raise a toast, ate this second verse 
Buttered requiem for a jerk 
It's an afternoon for mourners, but the tears don't come 
Got what you deserved, the maximum 

Well I'm getting sentimental but it's too much work 
What's a requiem, to a jerk 

Well the devil left a message 
"Go try paradise 
Hell's a lot too hot 
Not too nice 
Try to take on god 
If you've got the nerve 
Even I don't need 
Stupid jerks" 

Listen to the organ that I play for you 
Since you got no choice, hear me through 
You look as if you like it in your woolen shirt 
It's my requiem for a jerk 

I wrote it in the bath on my breakfast tray 
Cut my appetite for the day 
On your white-washed face 
Blue steal prison wall 
I'll write stupid jerk, that's all 






Serge Gainsbourg song (English language cover) that Brian, Faultline, and Françoise Hardy collaborated on for the tribute album 
"Monsieur Gainsbourg Revisited".