At the bar, as ever
There's big talk
At the finishing line, the rotten, and also the corrupted
White teeth and carnivores
But at the first opportunity
Each of them would become the thief
Of the dough fair which is hatched here
Come on, dance with Johnny
They remember France
Have recollections
Of the order, the games, the gas
When we were living better
There were Paul and Mickey
We could discuss
But Mickey won
All right, let's not talk about it anymore
Another day in France
Prayers for the audience
And some fascinating around 15%
Charlie, stand up for me !
It's the age of threats
There's no choice, head or tails
And today, I swear that nothing happens
Always a bit more
FN*, suffering
It feels so good in France !
It's time to change the currency**
We'll still have to print the dream of equality
We must never take away the dream of fraternity***
Dotted lines remain, yeah, yeah !