One Day in St. Tropez - Michael Franks (迈克尔·弗兰克斯)

The year was 1963

We toured through France

My thumb and me

We Yankees then

Were seen as friends

And so I bummed my way

One summer day in St. Tropez

Outside Toulon an XKE

On some blue highway

Stopped for me

The driver's seat

Held blonde Brigitte

With whom I parled Francais

One summer day in St. Tropez

And at her villa

I met Marcello

And other distingues

Of cinema francais

That poolside star

Noticed my guitar

And my shyness flew away

When she asked me to play

Could it have been

My naive face

My Martin in

Its cardboard case

I tuned the strings

Played some Jobim

My hostess to repay

That summer day in St. Tropez