Louis made the wall
The Fresnes wall in the shaft
Of the chaplain, he was sure
Of his prayer and of his religion
And he said to himself
"Here I am, here I am, finally I am here!"
It was in the church where they picked him
Then he made himself a trunk
Huddled in a canvas bag
Disguised in a dirty cloth
All his friends already surrounded
The laundry
"Here I am, here I am" - he told them
But the cops were there also!
Oh bye bye Louis, bye bye bye
Oh bye bye Louis
It's life, it's life, Louis!
And on his prison wall
He carves a little tally chat
There's been 72 escapes
He almost did one more
To see his wife and his kids
Who are irritated at home
The walks in rows by three
The lumps, the pea soup
Louis doesn't want the taste of that
Bye bye Louis, Louis bye bye
In the prison that sleeps
People dream of the strongbox
The alarm rings and everyone goes out
To see Louis who escaped again
And he yells
"Here I am, here I am, this time I'm here!"
Then they take him back to his bed
Oh bye bye Louis, bye bye bye
Oh bye bye Louis
It's life, it's life, Louis!
His friends say: "Don't do it
That will be for another time"
But Louis is gloomy in prison
At the thought that his friends
Make damages in the afternoon
When there's shade, he mopes around
Because there is nothing to do with his 10 fingers
He loses his hand for this work
He had so much taste for that
Bye bye Louis, Louis bye bye
From Alcatraz to Fresnes
From Tsin-Tsin to Saint Helena
Play the tune again
Which repeats the useless achievements
Of Louis
"Here I am, here I am"
Poor Louis!