Sodo-sodo-sodomy
Or a little company.
Once a whore on the Boulevard.
Bugger, bugger, bugger me.
For millimes I’d say ‘oui’
Just to buy a lacy bra.

Wearing skirts above my knees
On the Rue de Saint Denis
Underneath a gas street lamp.
Sodo-sodo-sodomy
Through the régime of Vichy.
A putain, of our Pétain!

Anonymously. ’Twas always so.
No shame, no names , no need to know.
Silver earrings of their Oma.
Silky stockings bought in Roma.
Black market escargots.

Sodo-sodo-sodomy
‘Neath the trees of Tuilleries.
The Summers so full of chagrin.
Bugger, bugger, bugger me.
Disillusion morally
To procure a pot of jam.

Honestly I feel no glee
At my lost virginity
To a stern Gestapo man.
Sodo-sodo-sodomy.
Just for francs and never free.
‘Demoiselle became Madame!

Sodo-sodo-sodomy
Or a chat and some Chablis.
Still a whore on the Boulevard.
Bugger, bugger, bugger me.
Sorry ‘non’ to charity
Carte Bleue or Mastercard.

Until the end I will be
On the game in Gay Paris
In a flat near Champ-de-Mars.
Sodo-sodo-sodomy.
First name terms with Sarkozy.
I now wear Givenchy bras!

Sodo-sodo-sodomy
Bugger, bugger, bugger me!