I'm the dauphin of Place Dauphine
And Place Blanche looks bad
The trucks are full of milk
The sweepers are full of brooms
The drag queens are going to shave
The strippers are dressed again
The bolsters are crushed
The lovers are tired
The coffee's in the cups
The cafés clean their mirrors
And on Boulevard Montparnasse
The station's nothing but a carcass
The commuters are in the stations
At La Villette they're slicing the bacon
“Paris by night” heads back to the buses
The bakers are making bâtards
The Eiffel Tower's feet are cold
The Arc de Triomphe is revived
And the Obelisk stands tall
Between night and day
The papers are printed
The workers are depressed
People get up, they're oppressed
It's time for me to go to bed