Dm Am F Am Bb F C F

[Verse 1]
F                                  A
Oh poor Frankie's sleeping by the Seine
              Bb                           Am
He's lost his way and the wayward artist's name is
                C
Washed with the rain
            F
Now he cries out
                          A                   Bb
"We are here, this is the dogs. Our stars are lost."
                            Am
But the pavement bares your name
               C
...down by the Seine
        Bb    A7
La de da
  Dm       Am      F   Am    Bb   F  C
I wouldn't have it any other way, so

[Chorus]
F
Oh Frankie you'll never know
                                  A
How you set young lovers on their toes
                                                   Bb
You've filled your cap with pennies from the proletariat
                Am        C
Sleeping by the Seine, oh no

    F
The crowds are loud; the streets are black
                                           A
But still your painting stares from the tarmac

For now the moon shines bright
                          Bb
Upon these dark waters tonight
                Am        C
Sleeping by the Seine, oh no

Dm Am F Am Bb F C F

[Verse 2]
F                                 A
Oh poor Frankie's sleeping by the Seine
              Bb                           Am                      C
He's lost his way and the wayward artist's name is washed with the rain
            F                              A                   Bb
Now he cries out "We are here, this is the dogs. Our stars are lost."
                            Am                  C
But the pavement bares your name... down by the Seine
     F
They chased you down the Rue de Mon
         A
You were cursing like a scullion
   Bb          Am              C
You found your head stuck in a cloud

And you cried
 F                              A
"If it was a sunny day, all the cobbles would gleam down Back-hand Way"
  Bb
We shout
   Am                  C       Bb    A7
"Tonight, the Seine is ours."
  Dm       Am      F   Am    Bb   F  C
I wouldn't have it any other way, so

[Chorus]
F
Oh Frankie you'll never know
                                  A
How you set young lovers on their toes
                                                   Bb
You've filled your cap with pennies from the proletariat
                Am        C
Sleeping by the Seine, oh no

    F
The crowds are loud; the streets are black
                                           A
But still your painting stares from the tarmac

For now the moon shines bright
                          Bb
Upon these dark waters tonight
                Am  C
Sleeping by the Seine