Requiem for a Jerk

Listen to the organ that I play for you
Since you got no choice, hear me through
You look as if you like it, but you seem reserved
It's my requiem, for a jerk

I wrote it in the bath, on my breakfast tray
Cut my appetite for the day
I tried to raise a toast, ate the second
Buttered requiem, for a jerk

It's afternoon for mourners,
But the tears don't come
Got what you deserve, the maximum
I'm getting sentimental, but it's too much work
What's a requiem, to a jerk

Well the Devil left a message, go try paradise
Hell's a lot too hot, not too nice
Try to take in God if you've got the nerve
Even I don't need, stupid jerks

Listen to the organ that I play for you
Since you got no choice, hear me through
You look as if you like it, in your wooden shirt1
It's my requiem, for a jerk

I wrote it in the bath, on my breakfast tray
Cut my appetite, for the day
On your white washed face, blue steel prison wall
I'll write stupid jerk, that's all



Credits
Writer(s): Serge Gainsbourg, Michel Jean Pierre Colombier
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