Lyrics:

I won't finish my life in Tombouctou
Cheeks so tight my lips are turning blue
I'd like to be wrinkled
Utterly wrinkled
Wrinkled like a Triplet from Belleville
Don't want to wind my days in Acapulco
Stiff as a board dancing tango-tango
I'd love to be twisted
Utterly twisted
Twisted like a Triplet from Belleville
(Come on girls!)
Swinging Belleville rendez-vous
Marathon dancing, doop dee doop
Vaudou Cancan, balais, taboo
Au Belleville swinging rendez-vous
I won't be an old man in Singapore (Singapore)
Playing scrabble and eating petits-fours
I want to be wicked
Utterly wicked
Wicked like the Triplet from Belleville
Don't want to end my life in Honolulu (Honolulu)
Singing like a bird in an ormolu
My mouth will be as rough
Every bit as rough
Rough, rough as a Triplet from Belleville
Swinging Belleville rendez-vous (ooh)
Marathon dancing, doop dee doop
Vaudou Cancan, balais, taboo
Au Belleville swinging rendez-vous
I might ending my life in Katmandu (Katmandu)
Kungu is a sitar and a guru
But I'd prefer to be
Utterly flying
Swinging with the Triplets from Belleville
(Come on girls!)
Swinging Belleville rendez-vous
Marathon dancing, doop dee doop
Vaudou Cancan, balais, taboo
Au Belleville swinging rendez-vous

Swinging Belleville rendez-vous
Marathon dancing, doop dee doop
Vaudou Cancan, balais, taboo (ooh, yeah)
Au Belleville swinging rendez-vous

Numa casa portuguesa fica bem
Pão e vinho sobre a mesa
E se à porta humildemente bate alguém
Senta-se à mesa com a gente
Fica bem esta fraqueza, fica bem
Que o povo nunca a desmente
Na alegria da pobreza
Está nesta grande riqueza
De dar e ficar contente
Quatro paredes caiadas
Um cheirinho à alecrim
Um cacho de uvas doiradas
Duas rosas num jardim