He did his little dance, There up in the north of Spain, Danced all the way to France, Just to try and bring her rainThat’s the way of this man, He rolled away the stone, With a plastic crucifix, ‘Cause he’d rather get his kicks, Than be here all alone, That’s the way of this man, He’s not much of a bel esprit, She can’t seem to understand him, A bit more like a chimpanzee, She thinks he has no soul, ’Cause he never learned to crawl, That’s the way of this man, And he can only sing, Of his incipient love, That’s the way of this man, He’s not much of a bel esprit, She can’t seem to understand him, A bit more like a chimpanzee, That’s the way of this man (x4)
