What did I do with my keys
my documents, my glasses?
My jacket, my lorgnon
my big accordion's case?
Yes, I know
I'm distrait but I don't want
People to make fun of me1
Enough! Alright?
Where did I put all my tools
my umbrella and my pipe?
My drum and my in-law2
and my auntie from St-Flour?
Yes, I know
I'm distrait but I don't want
People to make fun of me1
Enough! Alright?
Where is my sheep, walking cane
my uncle and my sausage?
That academician
cousin of mine, Celestin?3
Yes, I know
I'm distrait but I don't want
People to make fun of me1
Grrrr!
Where are my drops, my pastilles
my syrup, my camomile?4
My potion and tablet
my hat and all of my shots?
Yes, I know
I'm distrait but I don't want
People to make fun of me1
Enough! Alright?
What have I done with the words
of this bloody blasted song?
They're probably at home;5
I must have forgot' 'em there!6
Yes, I know
I'm distrait but I don't want
People to make fun of me1
Enough! Alright?
1. a. b. c. d. e. lit. "I lose everything but what I don't want is to be made fun of"2. lit. "my sister-in-law"3. lit. "my cousin Celestin who was an academician"4. chamomile tea5. lit. "I have forgotten them (the lyrics); they must be at home"6. contraction of "I must have forgotten them there" for meter purposes