Tarkio Follow

In pre-war Paris
Smuggling bombs for the underground
And she met my father

At a fete in Aix-en-Provence
He was disguised as a Russian cadet
In the employ of the Axis
And there in the half-light
Of the provincial midnight

To a lone concertina
They drank in cantinas
And toasted to Edith Piaf
And the fall of the Reich

My sister was born in a hovel in Burgundy
And left for the cattle
But later was found by a communist
Who'd deserted his ranks

To follow his dream
To start up a punk rock band in South Carolina
I get letters sometimes
They bought a plantation

She weeds the tobacco
He offends the nation
And they write, "Don't be a stranger, y'hear
Sincerely, your sister"

So my parents had me
To the disgust of the prostitutes
On a bed in a brothel
Surprisingly raised with tender care

Till the money got tight
And they bet me away
To a blind Brigadier in a game
Of high stakes canasta

But he made me a sailor
On his Brigadier ship fleet
I know every yardarm
From main mast to jib sheet

But sometimes I long to be landlocked
And to work in a bakery

In pre-war Paris
Smuggling bombs for the underground