I was walking in the rue de Nantes
When I felt something fall on me
I put my finger on it, it was a dropping
Ah shit, pigeons disappointed me !
To clean it I made a wide gesture
To get rid of that unwanted dye
An old lady got my hand in the face
And fell down in the middle of the street
A pigeon dropped on me
There's an old lady in the street
It happened in the rue de Nantes
The old lady was lying on the ground
A young cyclist of twenty years old or thirty
Trying to avoid the grandma
Swayed in front of a 38-ton truck
Which crushed him without manners
Then skidded, running over three nuns
And crashed through a big stone wall
A pigeon dropped on me
There's an old lady in the street
A cyclist squashed
A truck crashed
There were some screams in the rue de Nantes
People were running towards the wild truck
Which had made a breach in the zoo
From where some kangaroos were escaping
The marsupials tried a ruse
Bouncing towards every direction
Chance led them to the floodgate
But as they jumped they blocked the clamp nuts
A pigeon dropped on me
There's an old lady in the street
A cyclist squashed
A truck crashed
Fleeing kangaroos
A floodgate all filled up
What a mess in the rue de Nantes
The water from the canal overflowed on the quays
It flooded the nearby factory
Which was manufacturing sponges
There, all soaked, they inflated
The walls around gave out
And, bad luck, just behind them was marching
All the Bagad of Lann Bihoué1
A pigeon dropped on me
There's an old lady in the street
A cyclist squashed
A truck crashed
Fleeing kangaroos
A floodgate all filled up
Sponges exploding
The Bagad is morose
Apocalypse in the rue de Nantes
A hundred and twenty bagpipes started to blow
The noise was close to complete terror
Up to space it was heard
Disoriented, the Ariane rocket
Came crashing down in front of a wood pigeon
Who took off, and God curse him
Chose me again to ease himself on
A pigeon dropped on me
There's an old lady in the street
A cyclist squashed
A truck crashed
Fleeing kangaroos
A floodgate all filled up
Sponges exploding
The Bagad is morose
A rocket falling down
Pigeons disgust me
A pigeon dropped on me
There's an old lady in the street
A cyclist squashed
A truck crashed
Fleeing kangaroos
A floodgate all filled up
Sponges exploding
The Bagad is morose
A rocket falling down
Pigeons disgust me
I am fed up with pigeons
I detest pigeons
Yes I hate pigeons
Yes I hate pigeons !
1. a famous Breton band, mainly composed of bagpipes