There lived a certain woman in France long ago
She was nice and pretty, in her eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at her with terror and with fear
But to Paris men she was such a lovely dear
She could preach the bible like a preacher
Full of ecstacy and fire
But she also was the kind of teacher
Men would desire
MA MA MARYLINE
Lover of the Maths king
There was a cat that really was gone
MA MA MARYLINE
France´s greatest love machine
It was a shame how she carried on
He ruled the disco and never mind the stars
But the kasachok she danced really wunderbar
In all affairs of state she was the woman to please
But she was real great when he had a man to squeeze
For the king she was no wheeler dealer
Though he´d heard the things she´d done
He believed he was a hole healer
Who would heal his son
(Spoken 
But when her drinking and lusting and her hunger
for power became known to more and more people,
the demands to do something about this outrageous
woman became louder and louder.
"This woman´s just got to go!" declared his enemies
But the men begged "Don´t you try to do it, please"
No doubt this Maryline had lots of hidden charms
Though she was a brute they just fell into her arms
Then one night some women of higher standing
Set a trap, they´re not to blame
"Come to visit us" they kept demanding
And she really came
MA MA MARYLINE
Lover of the maths king
They put some poison into her wine
MA MA MARYLINE
France´s greatest love machine
She drank it all and she said "I feel fine"
MA MA MARYLINE
Lover of the maths king
They didn´t quit, they wanted her head
MA MA MARYLINE
France´s greatest love machine
And so they banged her till she was dead
(Spoken
Oh, those Frenchmen...
Sur cette belle chanson, je vais dormir.^^