A Musical Interlude: 1972 Citroën SM

I don’t know just what I’m buyin’

But I’m gonna try for a French car, if I can

‘Cause it makes me feel like I’m a man

When I drive in somethin’ insane

And I tell you things aren’t quite the same

When I’m rushing on my run

And I feel just like DeGaul’s son

And I guess these shocks won’t blow

And I guess these shocks won’t blow

Find this 1972 Citroën SM here on eBay bidding for $7,105 reserve-not-met located in Brooklyn with 2 days to go.

I have made big decision

I’m gonna try to pacify my wife

‘Cause when the hydraulic fluid begins to flow

When it shoots up the green sphere’s neck

When I’m closing in on death

You can’t help me now, Honda mechanics

And all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk

You can all go take a walk

And I guess these shocks won’t blow

And I guess that these shocks won’t blow

I wish that I was born a thousand years ago

I wish that I understood French wiring diagrams

With a great big wire clip

Fixing this wire here to that

On a mechanics suit and cap

Away from the big city

Where a small electron cannot be free

Of all the evils of something left un-ground

And of himself and those around

And I guess these shocks won’t blow

And I guess these shocks won’t blow

Citroën, be the death of me

Citroën, it’s my wife and it’s my life

Because a credit card on file

Leads to a my life savings account

And then I’m better off on the couch

Because when l’essence begins to flow

I really don’t care anymore

About all the Jacq-Jacqs in this town

And all the pistons making big crazy sounds

And everybody putting French cars down

And the suspension soaks up bumps in the ground

‘Cause when the l’essence begins to flow

And I really don’t care anymore

Ah, when that Citroen is in my blood

And that blood is in my head

Then thank DeGaul that I love French bread

And thank DeGaul that I’m not aware

And thank DeGaul that I love French bread

And I guess these shocks won’t blow

And I guess these shocks won’t blow.

My apologies to Lou Reed.