Ars en Ré

 
The Stuttering Cyclist and the Maid of Ars

I cycled down to Ars
I cy-
I cy-
I cycled down to Ars
One sunny day in May

And when I was in Ars I
Ars I
Ars I
Saw a maiden pass I
Met the Maid of Ars

I took her for a glass, I
Glass I
Glass I
Took her for a glass, I
Took her for a beer

I said I’m fond of Ars I
Ars I
Ars I
Said I’m fond of Ars I
Said I loved her here

She thought I’d said her rear she
Rear she
Rear she
Thought I loved her rear
That sunny day in Ars

I said that it was true too
True too
True too
That I’d be true to you to
You and to your Ars

I’ll take you up the aisle
I’ll I’ll
I’ll I’ll
Take you up the aisle, I’ll
Take you up the Zzz

I’d rocked her off to sleep I’d
Sleep I’d
Sleep I’d
Rocked her off to sleep
Her nose was in her beer

And then popped out her glass eye
Glass eye
Glass eye
Plopped into her glass I
Saw it stare at me

She didn’t look so hot then
Hot then
Not then
So I forgot her bot then
I cycled out of Ars

I’d met the maid of Ars I’d
Ars I’d
Ars I’d
The Glass-Eyed Maid of Ars I’d
Lived to share the tale

For I had met the Maid of
Maid of
Maid of
Ars and she was made of
Arse, but for her eye

So now I tilt my glass I
Glass I
Glass I
Tell tall tales of Ars, aye
Until my glass is dry