An old man told my mother, before I was bornYou're gonna have a child, he says: He's gonna be the son of GodHe's gonna forgive his neighbor, He's gonna kill you , he won't be too crazy. He will never deny his mother, he will never commit adultery. what do you want me to say so that you are less disappointed? I am what I became, I became what I could A fool in a pocket or in a bowling gameJ 'am the bad-tempered cat of the family The old man must have got the address wrong Because I'm not an example of wisdom Anyway in heaven, it was critMust never believe in propheciesToé who keeps telling me that I could have done betterThat I'm giving the gods a bad nameIt's well not because I haven't triedBut what's that? I wanted, it was to become a milkmanAnd it's not because a guy when he's in a good moodChanges the water into beer after three hoursWho has to make a big deal out of itEveryone in line for the favors Doing my little run every morning I didn't ask for more from life It allows me to see the little ladies While their husbands are at work But on a beautiful Sunday evening That I jogged on the lake with the loonsJ I hadn't seen it but there were lots of people on the beach and everyone became very guilty, and everyone knows what it's like in a little village when people start talking Oh! Do you hear the rumorOh! The arrival of the little creamer Oh! It's been a while since I've been pregnantOh! We'll see who comes to take my pint And what's more, the cursed little one isn't ugly And he must be divinely long in bed Since that time I'm doubly happy The life of a milkman has become a game That of me arrange so I don't get punched By the husbands who must suspect it But even they others, I know who forgive me Because in my community There's no chicanery, everyone indulges Everyone is beautiful, rich and in health When I do my run in the morning and I see my beautiful children I know that we will talk about me for a long time

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