There's your mother waiting for me with a machine gun
I can't escape anymore, the toilets are clogged
I would still have liked to cross your birth bulb
But your body is sewn with white barbed wire
Oh, baby, hurry up and get dressed
Baby, your whole family is speedee
Baby, watch out for the fallout
It's going to be a hit
Oh, baby, hurry up and get dressed
Baby, your whole family is speedee
Baby Boy, watch out for the fallout
It's going to be a hit
There's your beau who came back in his leopard outfit
With everyone his friends armed to the navel
We see that they are happy to bring out their firecrackers
It must remind them of the good times of AlgÃÂ ©rie
Now here is your father disguised as an Indian
With a feather in his ass and his maps of Indochina
If he wants to do it again me what he did in Tonkin
Soon I will be nothing more than an old stain of hemoglobin
Now all your neighbors are singing te deum
Don't flush the toilet, we'll get spotted
Give me the bickford that's hidden in your chewing gum
And now hold on well: we're going to blow everything up

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