Blouse du dentiste [English translation]

This morning after getting up,

I had a terrible toothache,

Oh, la la

I leave my house,

And I run sobbing,

Towards a so-called Durand,

Mmmmmm...

He's a dentist by trade

Surely he can fix me up

In a waiting room crammed full of people,

I wait,

Oh, la la la

Lying on a stretcher,

Passing me is a pale-white guy,

Being hauled by two burlesque men.

Mmmm...

I'm already about ready to get up and say fuck this place,

But I hear the nurse shout "Next!"

And now I stand in front of the dentist,

And I give him a moronic grin,

He shoves me to a chair, and starts to scream at me,

And in his hands are twezers,

Ooooh, maman

My legs turn to cottage cheese,

And before I could say "Phew"

He's already taking out another three teeth,

In less than a second,

My poor molars,

Are turned to their graves,

Oh, la la la,

He proceeds to fill,

My two most beautiful teeth,

The ones I have upfront,

Mmmm...

He grates my mouth with a blow torch,

Before giving me a large glass of water,

He tells me to pay the bill,

I was paid the day before,

This bastard mows at my sorrel,

And repays me fifty francs.

Oooooh, maman

And he just laughs,

I'm not a dentist, I'm a plumber

Between us two neighbors, we must help each other,

Oooh...

And me, my mouth will scream tonight,

The dentist's blues in the dark.