Louis Louis he sells watches a man has got to eat The watches are legit is Luis usual claim So there among the fisheads Marseille is the town Luis knows that crime crime it never pays But Luis hates the sea and that's his trade Four brothers to the sea each one he has lost So if it's of to prison he will bare the cost Fisheads in the gutter Marseille is the town Louis Louis Louis going down
[00:22.02] Louis [00:29.94] Louis he sells watches a man has got to eat [00:43.92] The watches are legit is Luis usual claim [00:59.73] So there among the fisheads Marseille is the town [01:08.94] Luis knows that crime crime it never pays [01:26.73] But Luis hates the sea and that's his trade [01:53.82] Four brothers to the sea each one he has lost [02:04.08] So if it's of to prison he will bare the cost [02:13.83] Fisheads in the gutter Marseille is the town [02:23.28] Louis Louis Louis going down
Louis Louis he sells watches a man has got to eat The watches are legit is Luis usual claim So there among the fisheads Marseille is the town Luis knows that crime crime it never pays But Luis hates the sea and that's his trade Four brothers to the sea each one he has lost So if it's of to prison he will bare the cost Fisheads in the gutter Marseille is the town Louis Louis Louis going down
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