OF ALL THE ROADS OF EUROPE AND FRANCE, MY FAVOURITE IS THE ONE THAT TAKES ME BY CAR OR ELSE THUMBING MY CHANCE TOWARDS THE SHORES OF THE MIDI
- On the slopes of côte-rôtie
- You need it whether going to Rome à Sète
- From Condrieu there’s more to come
- Whether you’re two three four five six or seven
- the boot filled with château-grillet
- And the cups with saint-joseph
- It’s a road that’s a recipe
- The road of the holidays
- making a turn off to crozes-hermitage
- and hermitage like a mirage
- Crossing the Rhône and all through Provence
- Making Paris a suburb of Valence
- a quarter of cornas and saint-Péray
- And the outskirts of Saint-Paul-de-Vence
- The summer sky
- between the coteaux-du-tricastin
- and the early-morning côtes-du-vivarais
- Fills our hearts with its lucidity
- and our swags with gigondas
- Chases away the bitterness and acidity
- Which is the plague of the big city
- long live côtes-du-ventoux
- and vacqueyras
- All excited
- we drink châteauneuf-du-pape
- and on the next leg some lirac
- We sing, we celebrate
- the olive trees are blue my little Lisette
- the tavel is pink my little Lison
- costières-de-nîmes or
- côtes-du-luberon
- Cheerful love makes everyone smiley
- On Route Nationale 7, we’re very happy!