Paroles de My mother was a chinese trapeze artist

My mother was a chinese trapeze artist, in pre-war paris
Smuggling bombs for the underground
And she met my father at a fete in aix-en-provnence
He was disguised as a russian cadet in the employ of the axis

And there in the half-light , the provincial midnight
To a lone concertina, they drank in cantinas
And toasted to edith piaf and the fall of the reich

My sister was born in a hovel in burgundy
Left for the cattle but later was found by a communist
Who'd deserted his ranks to follow his dream
To start up a punk rock band in south carolina

Well, i get letters sometimes they bought a plantation
She weeds the tobacco, he offends the nation
And they write, "don't be a stranger, y'hear, sincerely, your sister"

So my parents had me to the disgust of the prostitutes
In a bed in a brothel, surprisingly raised with tender care
'til the money got tight and they bet me away
To a blind brigadier in a game of high-stakes canasta

But he made me a sailor on his brigadier ship fleet
I know every yardarm from main mast to jib sheet
But sometimes i long to be landlocked
And to work in a bakery