ARISTO'S LAMENT		DK
(Sung to: "Honey" as performed by Bobby Goldsborough)

July thirteenth of eightyİnine:
A morning that stays in my mind
As worryİfree.
I was a rich aristocrat
And living off the public fat
Was fine with me.

The fourteenth was the day they chose
The day the revolution rose
At Le Bastille
So now, they are the ruling class
And I've been thrown out on my ass
It seems unreal.

CHORUS:	The money, I miss it
	And all that I had.
	All in all I just wish it
	Hadn't turned out this bad.

I fled my home in underwear
Left all my fine possessions there
But, what the heck.
My head is still attached to me
Right where it is supposed to be,
Above my neck.

Others didn't fare as well
Marie and Louis went through hell
For France's sake.
'Twas them the people did resent;
The bourgeoisie was not content
ÁTo just eat cake.

CHORUS

I've often thought of going back;
Though courage is a trait I lack
I'm not a twit.
And though my sense of honor's keen,
I'm told that Madame Guillotine
Has razor wit.

Since never did a skill I learn
I've no idea how I will earn
My daily bread.
I'm an aristo to the core
So I'll admit that being poor
Is what I dread.

CHORUS