[Lyric] Quiet Days in Clichy (Country Joe McDonald)

This is a soundtrack, title song from a film called Quiet Days in Clichy.

Come on people and listen to me
I'll tell you the story of Carl and Joey
The girls they fucked and the women they laid
This is the story of the love they made

Oh quiet days in Clichy
Oh quiet days in Clichy

Now don't get excited, be patient please
Put your hand on your lover's knee
And during this song if you get a chance
Put your hand inside her pants

So come on people and listen to me
I'll tell you the story of the Place Clichy
So come and let us spend a while
With Joey and his French friend Carl

Oh quiet days in Clichy
Oh quiet days in Clichy
There were two girls from the café
We picked both of them up one day
We took both of them to our flat
And the red-headed one gave Carl the clap

The dark-haired girl took off her shoe
She smiled at Joey and then she was through
He tried everything but just as luck
The one from Jamaica just wouldn't fuck

Oh quiet days in Clichy
Oh quiet days in Clichy

Little Colette she has no sense
Serving the breakfast without her pants
Spoiling the coffee and burning the eggs
All of her brains are between her legs

Baby Colette she's go no sense
Sweeping the floor and making a mess
Doing the dishes, ironing the clothes
What she's thinking, God only knows

Oh quiet days in Clichy
Oh quiet days in Clichy
The sad-eyed girl from the grocery store
Her American husband didn't love her anymore
He deserted her, he vanished away
And she wants to speak English now night and day

They would go to a movie and then for a walk
And to the apartment for some fun and talk
She could sleep with one or she could sleep with the other
As long as they spoke English it really didn't matter

Oh quiet days in Clichy
Oh quiet days in Clichy

Then there was Jean from the Herald Tribune
Bringing bottles of wine up to their room
They could squeeze her tits and rub her crack
But the thought of fucking drove her quite mad

At the thought of a cock inside her cunt
She would always begin to smash the place up
She would scream and yell and holler and cry
And then come back for another try

Oh quiet days in Clichy
Oh quiet days in Clichy
Oh quiet days in Clichy
Oh quiet days in Clichy