I was in a Paris café that first I found him He was a Frenchman, a hero of the war
But war was over and his harpies had crowned him
A few cheap medals to wear and nothing more
Now every night in that same café you'll find him
And as he walks by the ladies hear him say
If you admire me, please hire me
A Frenchman who knew better days
Just a gigolo, everywhere I go people see the part I'm playing
Paid for every dance, selling each woman
Every night some heartbeat train
There'll come a day youth will pass away
Then what will they say about me?
When the end comes I know they'll say
Just a gigolo, as life goes on without me
Just a gigolo, everywhere I go
People see the part I'm playing
Paid for every dance, selling cheap romance
Every night some heartbeat train
There'll come a day youth will pass away
Then what will they say about me?
When the end comes I know they'll say
Just a gigolo, as life goes on without me
Life goes on without me