Hippocampe Fou
Homesick (aka Le Mal du Pays)
[Verse 1]
Walking amidst towers I am small
People all around, but none to call
All alone and climbing up a wall
It's New York, but am I really here at all?
Not in Paris, Toto, anymore
Miss mom, dad, sister and my friends galore
Wish they could come a-knocking on my door
Drop in, hangout, and go, I'm not asking for more

[Chorus]
This place is not for me
A long way over the sea
France is home; she calls to me
I'm so alone, how could I not even foresee

[Verse 2]
Inbox overflowin' just with bills
A letter from a friend? I'd be so thrilled
On the internet 'till i am filled
Pretending my whole lifе is perfect, and I'm chill
I'm not complaining, it's a simple fact
Evеn when I party, man it's whack
I buy myself some cigs in a whole pack (13 bucks?!)
And sit there, watching super quiet from the back
[Chorus]
This place is not for me
A long way over the sea
France is home; she calls to me
I'm so alone, how could I not even foresee

[Verse 3]
Across the ocean, gorgeous women wink
I catch their eye but don't give it a think
Joint and bottle, hear those glasses clink
My kids don't wanna see their papa on the brink
People say i'm on the down and out
I should forget, move on and stop my pout
But expats like me know what it's about
Me build a life here? Songs are easier to spout

[Chorus 4]
Says Uncle Sam: "you can't make a 'dollah'"
Stay at home dad, that's it, and "et voilà"
I'll be bones or fattened like fois gras
My kids speak English better than their own papa
Dreams of nights in Paris, a mean trick
Cheese with friends; the stuff that makes me tick
%#?& this place and get me home so quick
OK, It's true. I'm done. I'm out. I'm just homesick