He’s got a suntan made of grime
And a beard so cool it makes your clean shaved face a crime
His hair’s electric and a smile that’ll make your day
He’s a tramp in St Tropez
His smile won’t be quantified
He’s got the look with a magic eye
He ain’t looking to occupy
So why are you so scared?
Hold on, he's showing his hand
As the billionaire recoils got no time for this man
Sometimes beauty is having no plan
He is watching you and getting near
As you stand in your bathrobe
From your Triple deck yacht you peer
Looking down on him with dismay
At this tramp in St Tropez
His smile won’t be quantified
He’s got the look with a magic eye
He ain’t looking to occupy
So why are you so scared?
Hold on, he's showing his hand
The billionaire recoils got no time for this man
Sometimes beauty is having no plan
He's a tramp from St Tropez
Sometimes beauty is having no plan
