What do you say, Mr. Gendarme?
That I'm shelled, that I have no job,
That I'm without confession -z- and without Carmel.
You're kidding, my brigadier
What are my means of existence?
Where do I come from?... I come from anywhere. ..
As for what I do, there is no offense,
I sell my pencil for a penny.
Yes, I know that well, I have-z -a dirty fool,
I really don't look like a fool.
Also, good God, I'm not being a fool,
I'm not a fool like a yip.
Ah! Good God, no, I'm not part of them:
I'm a tramp, a thug,
I'm not part of high commerce:
I'm selling my pencil for a penny.
When I say I'm selling it, it's a joke,
Between us no one ever takes it from me.
True, there I've already lasted a long time
Yet, I'm not worse
Than someone else, but there's competition!!
It's who he'll be the trickiest...
There are so many bad guys in France...
Me, I'm selling my pencil for a penny.
And that These are the ones that have boutiques!
Stunning displays!!
A fund!... customers!!... practices
And women with children...
Moms who caress them!...
Me... I live alone like an owl.
With whatever I Do you have girls?
I'm selling my pencil for a penny.
Come on!... goodbye, my gendarme,
You see, well, I have -z-a profession
Whatever I make of Carmel,
Let's go... goodbye, my brigadier
These are my means of existence. ..
Now I'm going anywhere...
You see, there's no offense,
I'm selling my pencil for a penny.

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