The Musketeer Song

Enjoy, joying, joying in our life’s adventure school
The beauties and the goblet, our swords of lucky cool,
We’re swinging, winging, winging plumes on hats and heads so reckless
And thank the Lady Fate: “Merci Beaucoup !”

Our saddle creaks again, the song repeats,
The wind is tickling wounds of old battles,
Oh, why, Monsieur, abandon calm and peace?
You have, I’ll blasted say, some scores to settle

Refrain

In need of gold, Paris – such is life,
Yet even more in need of musketeers,
But what’s a musketeer not graced by love?
Not graced by luck and Fate – he’s not, I fear…

Refrain

We’re swinging, winging, winging plumes on hats and heads so reckless
And thank the Lady Fate: “Merci Beaucoup !”
And thank the Lady Fate: “Merci Beaucoup !”
“Merci Beaucoup !” “Merci Beaucoup !”

Refrain

Our saddle creaks again, the song repeats,
The wind is tickling wounds of old battles,
Oh, why, Monsieur, abandon calm and peace?
You have, I’ll blasted say, some scores to settle

Refrain

In need of gold, Paris – such is life,
Yet even more in need of musketeers,
But what’s a musketeer not graced by love?
Not graced by luck and Fate – he’s not, I fear…

Refrain

We’re swinging, winging, winging plumes on hats and heads so reckless
And thank the Lady Fate: “Merci Beaucoup !”
And thank the Lady Fate: “Merci Beaucoup !”
“Merci Beaucoup !” “Merci Beaucoup !”