Marie Antoinette is my sister
She steals all the cakes and the shoes
Wears silks and brocades from far Eastern shores
In washed peaches and indigo hues

Like a statue on wheels
Glides across patina ' d floors
With powdered wigs piled high on her head
A few ships here and there
And assistants galore
But they 're removed to get into bed

Painted panels of Roccoco gilt
Alternate in the Halled mirrors within
The Trianon was bought
So she could continue
Her friendships of plenty and sin

But change did my Austrian sister
Her children made it this way
To become like it was in her childhood
With laughter and talking and play

Long days were spent at The Trianon
With friends and chickens and fun
With soft satin ribbons and light floaty linens
And a family feeling as one

But too late I fear
whats that banging
Screaming, crashing and hate
The people of Paris are raging
And Madam Guillotine waits at the gate.

Where have you gone to my sister
And Louis are you still here
The Bastille it is cold and lonely
And the dawn i dread it draws near

Forgive us people of Paris
Look after our Palace Versaille
Til we meet again in the next life
And eat cake once again...you and I.