Jaques, a Penniless French Mouse

I think my father's the only person I've met who's fond of this song. Not generally considered the best on the album, it's also a tad depressing. Ah well...Thanks to the father and everyone else who helped fill in the gaps. There weren't as many as I thought. Ha!

A penniless French mouse, called Jaques
In beret, boots and belted Mac...
Strolled idly down an empty drain
Protected against the wind and the rain

When from a grating in the street
A cigarette fell at his feet
And in surprise he cried, "Mon Dieu!
"It is my favourite brand, Disque Bleu."

"Ma foi - these are tres bon" he said
Inhaling deep, the end glowed red
A smell he thought was just a drain
Was gas escaping from the main

Le grande explosion! Au revoir Jaques
In beret, boots and belted mac...
And now he has gone to the great mousehole in the sky
Where mountains of bleu cheese stretch away
As far as the eye can see...

"Excuse moi?"
"Oui?"
"Which way to the Rocquefort, s'il vous plait?"