Who put the palm over my blond?
Who put all the tar on the morning sand?
Who took ev'rything from where it once was
And left it where it was last seen?
Fontainebleau, they painted it green
Fontainebleau, for the well-to-do at the Fontainebleau
There's a palace in the gravy
That's holding on and on
Even after all the blue-haired ladies and the wheelchairs are gone
Fontainebleau, Fontainebleau
I guess the reason I'm so scared of it is
I stayed there once and I almost fit
I left before I got out of it
People were drownin' in their own Fontainebleau
Fontainebleau, was that me?
Fontainebleau, well I guess I'll see
Fontainebleau, where the surfer works
'Til the break of day
'Cause it takes a shark
To catch a wave at the Fontainebleau
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