[Verse 1]
My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist in pre-war Paris
Smuggling bombs for the underground
And she met my father at a fete in Aix-en-Provence
He was disguised as a Russian cadet in the employ of the Axis

[Chorus 1]
And there in the half-light of the provincial midnight
To a lone concertina, they drank in cantinas
And toasted to Edith Piaf
And the fall of the Reich

[Verse 2]
My sister was born in a hovel in Burgundy and left for the cattle
But later was found by a communist
Who'd deserted his ranks to follow his dream
To start up a punk rock band in South Carolina

[Chorus 2]
I get letters sometimes, they bought a plantation
She weeds the tobacco, he offends the nation
And they write, "Don't be a stranger, y'hear?"
"Sincerely, your sister"

[Verse 3]
So my parents had me, to the disgust of the prostitutes, on a bed in a brothel
Surprisingly raised with tender care
'Til the money got tight and they bet me away
To a blind brigadier in a game of high stakes canasta
[Chorus 3]
But he made me a sailor on his brigadier ship fleet
I know every yardarm from main mast to jib sheet
But sometimes I long to be landlocked
And to work in a bakery