One Day in St. Tropez

The year was 1963

We toured through France

My thumb and me

We yankees then

Were seen as friends

And so I bummed my way

One summer day in St. Tropez

Outside Toulon an XKE

On some blue highway

Stopped for me

The driver's seat

Held blonde Brigitte

With whom I parled Français

One summer day in St. Tropez

And at her villa

I met Marcello

And other distingués

Of cinéma français

That poolside star

Noticed my guitar

And my shyness flew away

When she asked me to play

Could it have been

My naive face?

My Martin in

Its cardboard case?

I tuned the strings

Played some Jobim

My hostess to repay

That summer day in St. Tropez