A Wednesday child rehears As the lights go green on Saint Martin's canal Do we follow Garibaldi I don't think so A scooter bathed in pink A yellow post-box daubed with murderous meat Do we follow Garibaldi? I don't really know And I know my job is to look out for you Wherever you are and whatever you do On my mind A kind but desperate soul whose life was changed by thoughtless intent Do we follow Garibaldi? I don't think so Salut chez Adele an oasis of calm surrounded by change Do we follow Garibaldi I don't really know And I know my job is to look out for you Wherever you are and whatever you do On my mind You walk down Bichat road You think nothing has changed but everything'd changed Do we follow Garibaldi I don't think so And I know my job is to look out for you Wherever you are and whatever you do On my mind