France

GHOST MICE: EUROPE "France" Paris isn't that romantic If you don't have any money Those cafés aren't so cute to walk by When you're hungry Our campground on the outskirts of town Was all we could afford to do We were so sick of bein' in the big cities And this one seemed so rude, rude, rude We mailed home all our huge rolls of film And all the change that we couldn't use We bumped into some girls that we knew from Texas Saw the Mona Lisa, her smile seemed so cruel And we used our last ticket to take the train To a boat on the coast that would take us away To a place that we hoped Would be the end of our sorrows When we got there we were way too late There was no way we could leave that day We would have to find a place to stay And try again tomorrow We found a secret place to crash In a bush by the docks That was filled with trash We cleared a spot and we called it a day And I wished that I brought my guitar As I looked through the bush Up at the stars Fell asleep and got woke up by the rain We waited on the porch for the doors to open And we asked the guy if there was any reason hopin' He said, "Don't give up, Cross your fingers, wish for luck" So I cast my spells and I made my curses Wishin' that a truck would get stuck And then we could take their place, And leave France that day.