It was a quiet cafe in Orleans, France
Where we held our midnight rendezvous
Conspiring pour la resistance
It seemed like something Woody Allen would do
Talking politics, ethics, animal rights
One fateful night long ago
The mood like the food we kept it light
Till someone ordered escargot
How sad for the snails, I cried woefully
Shedding tears on my brioche
To have given up their lives needlessly
For the bourgeoisie, how gauche
To my friends, I cried You and your dialectic
Save the dolphins
Save the ozone
Save the whale...
There is a factory I know where they are farming escargot
We must save our friend the snail
We planned the mission with the utmost precision
Spied the factory from across the boulevard
The alarm was taken care of by Pierre the electrician
While I seduced- I mean, subdued- the guard
Need I tell you, our timing was crucial
Not to be caught at the scene of the crime