Oh now, although you're jarred, please disregard
The advice I gave you just then
Or you'll be stuck in first gear for a hundred years
Like a friggin' old farmyard hen.
For when all is said and done, I once flew near the sun
For one week I was a swan
I was on the wing and I learned to sing
With Chantal de Champignon

Oh, Chantal, Chantal, I hope you're still my pal
And don't think this song a blunder
For I adore far more than I did before
The ground you walk on - or maybe under
Oh don't take a dim view - if I'm laughing at you
What do you think I'm doing to me?
And please God and Saint Kevin, we'l recover in Heaven
Our petit coin du paradis.

Done!