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Bon, C'est Bon

Sometimes, I get this song stuck in my head. I love it because it is Canadian and it is retro and it has French in it and the best line, possibly of all times: "And she feeds me love and tenderness and macaroons." What more could a man want?


Sweet City Woman (The Stampeders)
Well, I'm on my way, to the city life
To a pretty face that shines her light on the city nights
And I gotta catch a noon train
Gotta be there on time
Oh, it feels so good to know she waits at the end of the line

Swee-ee-eet, sweet city woman
I can see your face, I can hear your voice, I can almost touch you
Swee-ee-eet, sweet city woman
Oh, my banjo and me, we got a feel for singin', yeah, yeah,

Bon c'est bon, bon bon c'est bon, bon,
Bon c'est bon, bon, bon, bon, bon
Bon c'est, bon, bon bon ci'estbon, bon,
Bon c'est bon, bon, bon, bon, bon
So long ma, so long pa, so long
Neighbors and friends

Like a country mornin', all snuggled in dew
Ah she's got a way to make a man feel shiny and new
And she sing in the evenin', oh familiar tunes
And she feeds me love and tenderness and macaroons

Swee-ee-eet, sweet city woman
I can see your face, I can hear your voice, I can almost touch you
Swee-ee-eet, sweet city woman
Oh, my banjo and me, we got a feel for singin'

Comments

Laura J said…
I love this song too! I just heard the other day and was singing along when I noticed the guy beside me watching with a smile which of course made me laugh out loud! Why do we think being in a car is secluded?

On a different note, macaroons are gross. really, really gross.

On a different note yet, who the heck dealt that deck of development cards 'cause your dilemma of no victory points is their fault.
Beth said…
i shuffled the cards. so it's my own dang fault.

and i LOVE macaroons. but i like meringues even better. mmmmmm.
~Amanda~ said…
Yay, I found your blog!
Karen said…
I missed the "Canadian" part and thought you might be talking about Foux de Fa Fa. That one gets stuck in my head often, too.

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