One Day In St. Tropez

The year was 1963
We toured through France
My thumb and me
We Yankees then
Were seen as friends
And so I bummed my way
One summer day in St. Tropez
Outside Toulon an XKE
On some blue highway
Stopped for me
The driver’s seat
Held blonde Brigitte
With whom I parled Francais
One summer day in St. Tropez
And at her villa
I met Marcello
And other distingues
Of cinema Francais
That poolside star
Noticed my guitar
And my shyness flew away
When she asked me to play
Could it have been
My naive face?
My Martin in
Its cardboard case?
I tuned the strings
Played some Jobim
My hostess to repay
That summer day in St. Tropez