Brock Bordeaux was a boy from Queens
With dreams, oh, with dreams where things were never as they seemed.
A boy’s dream, no, something only a man would dream.
Brock Bordeaux loved chili dogs and cold days of snow.
But he longed for the day, the day where he can walk the plains of the French countryside
Sipping Château Margaux, with his lovely bride, eating croissants, butter and escargot.
Brock Bordeaux wants to leave this life behind
To get on a plane, sip the bubbliest of champagne and the finest wine
To smell the freshest bread from a Paris bakery, to walking the beaches of Normandy
Oh Brock Bordeaux! One day my friend!
It’ll be you, me, and the open sea!
Heading east, to the French coast
Where the women are pretty and the coffee is dark roast.
Brock Bordeaux, one day you’ll stand under the Eiffel Tower and eating fondue à la carte
But for now, you’ll just have to settle with cheap pizza and subway art