French Pop, Part Deux

Since last week I shared with you some truly bad French music, I thought I'd take a moment to share with you a song that never fails to make me smile. This guy's name is Bénabar, and he's famous for his clever lyrics as well as his "traditional" instrumentation, that is, piano, accordion and the occasional brass band.

I love this song because it makes me laugh; in it, he earnestly lists the clues-- clothing that is ironed, the sudden disappearance of his porn collection, the presence of fruits in his fridge-- which lead him to suspect that there is a girl living in his apartment.

After a crappy day at school, I need this tongue-in-cheek silliness to restore my good humor. So enjoy, I'm off to prepare for Terrible Thursday.