Snobby boho hobo
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Boris Vian (March 10, 1920 June 23, 1959) was a French polymath: writer, poet, musician, singer, translator, critic, actor, inventor and engineer.
I'm a snob... I'm a snob
It's about the only fault I can stomach
It requires months of toil
It's the life of a galley-slave
But when I go out with the Hildegardes
It's always me that they're looking at
I'm a snob... a frightful snob
All my friends are snobbish too
We're snobs and we know it
It's about the only fault I can stomach
It requires months of toil
It's the life of a galley-slave
But when I go out with the Hildegardes
It's always me that they're looking at
I'm a snob... a frightful snob
All my friends are snobbish too
We're snobs and we know it
Organdie shirts, shoes made from zebu-hide
An Italian tie and a devilish moth-eaten suit
A ruby on the finger...of your foot, not that one!
Pitch-black nails and a pretty litte handkerchief
I go to the cinema to watch Swedish films
And nip into the cafe to drink whisky a go go
I don't have indigestion, nobody does that anymore
I've got an ulcer, it's less common and it's dearer
An Italian tie and a devilish moth-eaten suit
A ruby on the finger...of your foot, not that one!
Pitch-black nails and a pretty litte handkerchief
I go to the cinema to watch Swedish films
And nip into the cafe to drink whisky a go go
I don't have indigestion, nobody does that anymore
I've got an ulcer, it's less common and it's dearer
I'm a snob... I'm a snob
My name's Patrick, but they call me Bob
I go horse-riding every morning
Because I love the smell of fresh manure
I only keep company with baronesses
With surnames like Paper-Clip
I'm a snob... an outrageous snob
And when I talk of love
It's stark-naked in the courtyard
My name's Patrick, but they call me Bob
I go horse-riding every morning
Because I love the smell of fresh manure
I only keep company with baronesses
With surnames like Paper-Clip
I'm a snob... an outrageous snob
And when I talk of love
It's stark-naked in the courtyard
We get together with our friends
Every Friday, where we snob it up in style
There's coke, we hate that
And camembert which we eat with a teaspoon
My apartment is truly charming
I heat it with diamonds, you couldn't wish for anything more smokin'
I had a TV, but found it tiresome
I've turned it round... from the back it's riveting
Every Friday, where we snob it up in style
There's coke, we hate that
And camembert which we eat with a teaspoon
My apartment is truly charming
I heat it with diamonds, you couldn't wish for anything more smokin'
I had a TV, but found it tiresome
I've turned it round... from the back it's riveting
I'm snob... I'm a snob
I've been consumed by the bug
I have accidents in Jaguars
I spend the month of August in the sack
It's small details like that
That make you a snob or not
I'm a snob... Even more snobbish than 5 minutes ago
And when I die
I want a shroud from the House of Dior.
I've been consumed by the bug
I have accidents in Jaguars
I spend the month of August in the sack
It's small details like that
That make you a snob or not
I'm a snob... Even more snobbish than 5 minutes ago
And when I die
I want a shroud from the House of Dior.
here is his lavish song "J'suis Snob"
