Brussels Lyrics

Let's sing this song for Linda, Mustapha,
Jean-Pierre, Fatima, Michel and Paul
The brain of God, les flamands
Et les wallons
You and me and Mr Nobody

Dancing in the streets of Belgium
Brussels, where they eat sprouts
And raw mussels
Dancing in the streets of Belgium
Brussels, where they eat sprouts
And raw mussels

The city's open as an old whore
Where il's expensive to be poor
Petit pays avec un grand esprit
Where they speak no language at all

Dancing in the streets of Belgium
Brussels, where they eat sprouts
And raw mussels
Dancing in the streets of Belgium
Brussels, where they eat sprouts
And raw mussels

Brussels, sel,
Elle est belle, elle
She's a lady
A dirty beauty

Dancing in the streets of Belgium
Brussels, where they eat sprouts
And raw mussels
Dancing in the streets of Belgium
Brussels, where they eat sprouts
And raw mussels

L'union fait la force
Après nous les mouches
L'oignons fait la force
Vives les moules

Dancing in the streets of Belgium
Brussels, where they eat sprouts
And raw mussels
Dancing in the streets of Belgium
Brussels, where they eat sprouts
And raw mussels

Dancing in the streets of Belgium
Brussels, where they eat sprouts
And raw mussels
Dancing in the streets of Belgium
Brussels, where they eat sprouts
And raw mussels

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