In sixty-seven everything was beautiful
It was the year of love, it was the year of the Expo
Everyone has their own beautiful passport with a beautiful photo
I had hair flowers, you almost were stupid
I had a pretty blonde
Lived on earth with fourteen of my friends
Off to raise chickens in the countryside
Who would have told me that nature would one day steal my gang
But what can a guy do
When you no longer feel like drinking beer
When you're tired of playing mother
With your neighbor's daughter
All my friends are gone
br/>And I don't know myself anymore
There are ten thousand of us on rue Saint-Paul
With the blues of the metropolis
I know what else can I say to my friends
They are either too cold or too hot
There are two or three who are a little too beautiful
Even Jesus -Christ took my former girlfriend into his flock
But what can a guy do
When there is no taste for drinking his beer
When he's tired of playing mother
With his neighbor's daughter
All my friends are gone
And I don't know myself anymore
We is ten thousand is on rue Saint-Paul
With the blues of the metropolis
I had a boyfriend who was decent
But I can see he's not there in prison in the end of Quebec
He planted bombs when he lost his elections
If I'm too bored, you're much better off, you're much better off 'be careful
But what can a guy do
When he no longer feels like drinking his beer
When he's tired of playing at home ¨re
With his neighbor's daughter
All my friends are gone
And I don't know myself anymore
There are ten thousand of us on rue Saint -Paul
With the blues of the metropolis

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