Bel Esprit

He did his little dance,

here up in the north of Spain,

Danced all the way to France,

Just to try and bring her rain

That's the way of this man

He rolled away the stone

With a plastic crucifix

‘Cause he'd rather get his kicks

Than be here all alone,

That's the way of this man

He's not much of a bel esprit,

She can't seem to understand him

A bit more like a chimpanzee

She thinks he has no soul

'Cause he never learned to crawl

That's the way of this man

And he can only sing

Of his incipient love

That's the way of this man

He's not much of a bel esprit

She can't seem to understand him

A bit more like a chimpanzee

That's the way of this man

That's the way of this man

That's the way of this man

That's the way of this man