There's no, there's no, there's no stupid job
There's no, there's no we're all workers
Cauliflowers, leeks, carrots, that's it marotte
Nature he sells it by the kilo
His rows of onions are in crates
He can also kill you in the spittoon
By selling apples and pears...
Epicemar
There's no, there's no, there's no stupid job
There's no, there's no, we're all workers
There's no, there's no, there's no stupid profession
There's no, there's no I like to remind you of it
Side dish, side telettes, bib, it's for life
His shop is a farmhouse
Where no one bellows, no cackles
The duck itself is a supreme
Louchébem câ is a poem...
Louchébem
Baguettes, chouqettes, kneading dough, it's his livelihood
To marry in the early morning
Coffee , croissants and all the gratin
He gets up when he goes to bed
He goes to bed when he gets up
Don't dream...
The worker
There's no, there's no, there's no stupid job
There's no, there's no we're all workers
There's no, there's no, there's no stupid profession
There's no, there's no, we're all workers
Piston, hose, cylinder head, it's disgusting
For the driver's happiness
He mixes grease with sweat
Dream of being a mechanic
A beautiful garage, dirty hands...
Garageot
Y there's no, there's no, there's no stupid profession
There's no, there's no we're all workers
There's no, there's no, there's no sot profession
There’s no, there’s no we’re all workers
canno

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