Deck Chair

We had not long set sail When a gust of a gale Whisked my poor deck chair away Into the brine, this blusterous swine Stole something precious from me that day What will I sit on Now that my chair's gone? Where will I rest my behind? Who will cradle me Through the stormy seas of life And of time? (La vie, le temps, la mort) ooh, my old deck chair (Qui te bercera?) Well, my deck chair (J'appartiens à Poseidon) ooh, my deck chair (Le vent est ton tempérament) (Mon amour) I stand here alone For I have not a throne Surveying the swell for a sign The seat I relied on Belongs to Poseidon She is Neptune's, not mine