I was in a Paris café that first I found him He was a Frenchman, a hero of the warBut war was over and his harpies had crowned himA few cheap medals to wear and nothing moreNow every night in that same café you'll find himAnd as he walks by the ladies hear him sayIf you admire me, please hire meA Frenchman who knew better daysJust a gigolo, everywhere I go people see the part I'm playingPaid for every dance, selling each womanEvery night some heartbeat trainThere'll come a day youth will pass awayThen what will they say about me?When the end comes I know they'll sayJust a gigolo, as life goes on without meJust a gigolo, everywhere I goPeople see the part I'm playingPaid for every dance, selling cheap romanceEvery night some heartbeat trainThere'll come a day youth will pass awayThen what will they say about me?When the end comes I know they'll sayJust a gigolo, as life goes on without meLife goes on without me