He started his band
Two years ago barely
An unemployed person defeated
The son of a pharmacist
A bassist from Toulouse
A drummer of Harlem
A mixture of jazz and blues
New Wave, African version
He sold his mob
And his leather bomber jacket.
Sacrificed his fashion
Music without concessions
Since the time he rowed
Over the grit at the bottom of a cave
I want to tell you, ladies and gentlemen
That on of these days
It's going to be serious
When Jimmy said "What'd I say?
I love you baby"
It's like who said
All of the province that sings in English
When Jimmy says "What'd I say?
Oh baby come on."
It's like who said
All of the province that walks in Weston.
He sings in the countries
In Saturday
In Rock'n'Roll bananas
Trips in vans
Third rate hotels
He has it all, and ever more
For finishing Rolling Stone!
I love his little metal mouth
And I follow him in his gallery
And I will follow him always
Him, I cannot undo
I caressed his jeans
I slept on his guitar
Each time I imagine him
It makes me very bizarre
When Jimmy said "What'd I say?
I love you baby"
It's like who said
All of the province that sings in English
When Jimmy says "What'd I say?
Oh baby come on."
It's like who said
All of the province that walks in Weston.
He sold his mob
And his leather bomber jacket.
Sacrificed his fashion
Music without concessions
I would know for a longtime
That he left Montbéliard
And if Paris take him to me
IT is that it is truly a star
When Jimmy said "What'd I say?
I love you baby"
It's like who said
All of the province that sings in English
When Jimmy says "What'd I say?
Oh baby come on."
It's like who said
All of the province that walks in Weston.