It was in a Paris café that first I found him He was Frenchman, a hero of the war The war was over and his harpies had crowned him A few cheap medals to wear and nothing more Now every night in that same café you will find him And as he walks by the ladies hear him say If you admire me please hire me The Frenchman who knew better days Just a gigolo everywhere I go People see the part I'm playing Paid for every dance, selling each romance Every night some heart betraying There will come a day Youth will pass away Then what will they say about me When the end comes I know they'll say just a gigolo As life goes on without me Just a gigolo everywhere I go People see the part I'm playing Paid for every dance, selling cheap romance Every night some heart betraying There will come a day Youth will pass away Then what will they say about me When the end comes I know they'll say just a gigolo As life goes on without me Without me Life goes on without me