The children of Marx and Coca-Cola
Slumber Mediterranean coast
One day Chambourg, next week Nice
Not a care amongst for old Ripley's ghost
A motorcycle jacket, accidents taboo
High speeds at night, unlit beach road signs
A scarf left fluttering improbably new
We'll never know from the tides by design
South of France, south of France
In the Midi, à la côte d'Azur
Daddy's money, cheap romance
Nothing here, we deserve
Summer unfolds a month at a time
Ensuring no outfit's put away wet
Patterns repeating a generation's past
Leaving no trace of bloodstains or sweat
South of France...
The children of Marx and Coca-Cola
Passing some months in the south of France
Maybe two summers, marriage and work
Forgetting the ones who never had a chance
South of France...
The children of industry and fashion
Never really took much seriously
A first love affair or last-written poem
Or a friend who vanished mysteriously
South of France...
The children of Marx and Coca-Cola
Slumber Mediterranean coast
One day in Cannes, a night to remember
Not a worry or care for old Ripley's ghost
South of France, south of France
In the Midi, à la côte d'Azur
Daddy's money, cheap romance
Nothing here
