It was in prehistoric times
Two or three hundred thousand years ago
A weird being came into the world
A close relative of the orangutan
Standing on its hind legs
Dressed in buffalo hide briefs
He was going to conquer Earth
It was the Cro-Magnon Man
The man of Cro
The man of Ma
The Man of Gnon
The Man of Cro-Magnon, poum!
The Cro-Magnon Man
It's not made-up
The Cro-Magnon Man
The Cro-Magnon Man
It's not made-up
The Cro-Magnon Man
Armed with his stone axe
With his stone knife too
He was hunting the bear and the panther
Clenching his butt, nevertheless
In front of the raging Diplodocus
All the same, there’s a small saying in his language
Quickly, invent the gun!
The man of Cro
The man of Ma
The Man of Gnon
The Man of Cro-Magnon, poum!
The Cro-Magnon Man
It's not made-up
The Cro-Magnon Man
The Cro-Magnon Man
It's not made-up
The Cro-Magnon Man
He was a poet in his spare time
Telling his wife in turmoil
"You're beautiful like a dinosaur
You look like Lollobrigida"
If you want to see postcards
Come on up to my cave
I'll show you my murals
It looks like a real Picasso!
The man of Cro
The man of Ma
The Man of Gnon
The Man of Cro-Magnon, poum!
The Cro-Magnon Man
It's not made-up
The Cro-Magnon Man
The Cro-Magnon Man
It's not made-up
The Cro-Magnon Man
Two hundred thousand years later, on earth
Like our ancestors, we admire
Woods, fields, and rivers
But if they were coming back, "What a disappointment!"
See us sweat six days a week
They would say without detail
"Our heirs must be stupid
For having invented work!"
The man of Cro
The man of Ma
The Man of Gnon
The Man of Cro-Magnon, poum!
The Cro-Magnon Man
It's not made-up
The Cro-Magnon Man
The Cro-Magnon Man
It's not made-up
The Cro-Magnon Man