Vieille canaille [English translation]

I'll be glad when you're dead

You old rascal

I'll be glad when you're dead

Hey, you old rascal

Just wait and see

I'll manage to smoke you

I'll be glad to have your hide

You old stinkpot!

I welcomed you like a bro

You old rascal

My table was always open for you

You old rascal

You burned all my rugs

You slept in my bed

And drank all my Porto

You old stinkpot!

Then I introduced you to my wife

You old rascal

Then I introduced you to my wife

Hey, you old rascal

You chatted her up

You kissed her in the corners

Behind my back

You old stinkpot!

Then you left with her

You old rascal

Then you left with her

Hey, you old rascal

Taking the crockery

The lace spread

The silverware and the curtains,

My cassettes and player,

You old stinkpot!

But I took my shooter

You old rascal

Yeah I took my shooter

You old rascal

And when I'll have you at gunpoint

He he, I'll have a good laugh

And I'll soon turn you into cold meat

You old bandit!

You'll be put into a grave

You old rascal

And I'll go party

You old rascal

I'll get wasted,

With small brandy shots

The best plastering in my life

Will be for your funerals

You old rascal!