// A little smoke in the air. A little something in my drink. Deux cognacs, s'il vous plaît. Make them doubles. Ba-da-bop! Ba-da-bop! Let the whole damn city pop! There's a riot on the corner, There's a fire down the street. She's admiring his cufflinks, He's complaining of the heat. There's a barricade on fire, There's a waiter with a tray. Someone shouts, "Revolution!" She says, "Darling, not today." Liberté, égalité, Another Saturday soirée. The world is coming to an end, But we've got nothing booked till ten. Cocktails at the world's demise! Kiss the devil, roll the dice. Bop-bop, diddly-bop, Make the whole damn planet pop! Cognac at the end of the world! Give the apocalypse a twirl. Ba-da-bop, ba-da-bop, Darling, would you like a drop? Pa-pa-pap! Pa-pa-pap! Another coup? Well, fancy that! The mayor's lost his trousers, The police have lost the plot. A philosopher is livestreaming From a burning parking lot. There's a woman selling roses, There's a man who sells despair. Someone's filming the destruction With impeccable new hair. (Darling, would you like a drop?) Pa-pa-pa! Pa-pa-pa! La révolution, tra-la-la! (Ooh-la-la!) The internet's exploding, Everyone's enraged. A million little prophets In a digital cage. "How can you sit there drinking When the city's going mad?" She says, "I've seen the headlines. The cognac isn't bad." Ba-da-bop, ba-da-bop, Dibba-dabba, tick-tock! Shoo-ba-dee, sha-ba-dah, (Vive la France...) Shoo-be-doo, ba-da-bing, Doo-wah, doo-wah, swing! The world has gone to pieces, The news has gone berserk. The rich are on vacation, The poor are back at work. The barricades are burning, The boulevard's aglow. She leans across to kiss him, Whispers, "Darling, let it go." Pa-pa-pap, pa-pa-pap! Let the whole damn city pop! Pa-pa-pap, pa-pa-pap! La révolution, tra-la-la! Cognac at the end of the world! Watch the little flags unfurl. Bop-bop, diddly-bop, Let the whole damn city pop! Cognac at the end of the world! Give the apocalypse a twirl. Ba-da-bop, ba-da-bop, Darling, would you like a drop?
