Serge Gainsbourg - Just a Man with a Job lyrics

I'm just a man with a job You can call me Harry, Jim or Bob Three floors below from Piccadilly It's dark and chilly Counting the cars with co*ktail bars Keeping a check on four-wheeled wrecks Three floors above it's not the same Piccadilly, lighting up the rain Here I'm a ghost in a cellar The kind of fellow Who's counting days that could be nights Count on the man who's counting lights Counting lights, every night, every kind of light Little lights, bigger lights, any kind of light Headlights from a limo, wakin' up the wino Counting lights, every night, every kind of light And every night, I'm counting lights From left to right, I count the lights I'm just a man with a map My 'A to Z' is open on my lap Lady I know where you're goin' Your cla** is showin' Your headlights polished to a 'T' I'll count your lights, you count on me Someday I'll leave, I believe If I can find the trump card in my sleeve Counting the boats in Monte Carlo A silver arrow Upon a cabbie cap My 'A to Z' flat on it's back Counting lights, every night, every kind of light Little lights, bigger lights, any kind of light Leave it to the navy, look here comes a chevy Counting lights, every night, every kind of light Little lights, bigger lights, any kind of light And every night, I'm counting lights From left to right, I count the lights