It's been many years
That in this school I feel at home
And it's true, in the playground
I'm often the law
All the others pupils respect me
There are probably many who are afraid of me
I've got my benchmarks, my habits
My convictions, which I reign on.
Yeah, it's true, I don't like the changement so much
For me, life is stability
I'd litteraly like to erase
Everything that could threaten my autority
I've done what was necessary, for a long time
And around me, there aren't rivals any more
But at school, for a little time
I don't like it that much, there's a new one
He's so small, looks nice
Me really wanna slap him
I don't think there are any weirder guys than him
When he comes to me, it does tic-toc
A non-stop clock noise
They say, it comes from his heart
It disturbs myself
And then, it seems to me that he knows nothing about life
Me think the new one's strange
He has often weird occupations
He hatches eggs in his jumper's sleeves
So, as soon as I can, in the playground
I break them on his head, without any scruple
We haven't anything in common apart from
A thing discorvered with horror
He's in love with the same girl I am
He should never have, it's a serious mistake
This girl is the little singer
She's been my girlfriend for a long time
She's called Miss Acacia
And she sings inside of me everytime
For a little time, badly
She's gone back to her country, Andalusia
And the new one that dares talking to me about her
Is multiplying my jealousy
The useless presence of that runt is renforcing
My love's cruel absence
He seems to love her as much as I am
And if it goes on, I do think one day
It won't be his eggs but his wood heart
That I'll break on his head
For him not to be able to love
That's his heart I gotta aim.