[Verse 1]
Though I came in like a conqueror of old
Here to spin sh** into gold
Down the sundried boulevards
Past the young flaneurs
Roll it over, roll it up and pick the bones
[Chorus]
And our eyes look over the city
Our hands will grasp it all
We'll carve slices from the belly of Paris
And there's plenty to go round
There's plenty to go round
[Verse 2]
Jealous eyes look down from crowded tenements
A fever hangs in the warm air
There is sweetness, there is light
There is innocence to spoil
Plunge our arms into its gutters
Up to the elbows
[Chorus]
And our eyes look over the city
Our hands will grasp it all
We'll carve slices from the belly of Paris
And there's plenty to go round
There's plenty to go round
[Bridge]
So we feign a pose of nonchalance
But our fever grows with every stride
How are the green? How are they blind
To every sous that's there to take?
Roll it over, roll it up and pick the bones
[Chorus]
And our eyes look over the city
Our hands will grasp it all
We'll carve slices from the belly of Paris
And there's plenty to go round
There's plenty to go round
[Outro]
Though I came in like a conqueror of old