Gainsbourg and his Gainsborough*
Took the ferry
From their bed through the porthole
They look at the coast
They love each other and the crossing
Will last a whole year
They'll beat all ills
Right up untill seventy
 
Gainsbourg and his Gainsborough
Will get back to Paris
They've left behind them
The Thames and Chelsea
They love each other and the crossing
Will last a whole year
Let the Gods bless them
Right up untill seventy
 
They love each other and the crossing
Will last a whole year
He'll forgive her whims
Right up untill seventy
 
Sixty nine erotic year