Weird, weird
I always have a problem in my pocket
Weird, weird
I cause the despair of those close to me
I never took old people seriously seriously
Always found the grown-ups
More or less stupid
Weird, weird, but too late
The grown-ups, when they go to war
They fall to the ground
Bang, you're dead, it's not junk
And when they kick a ball
Oval or round, it's for money
Owl, cabbage, pebble, knee
How do you expect
That I find their toys
To my taste?
Owl, cabbage, pebble, knee
Howling with the wolves
Dancing with the madmen
I take my legs around my neck
Bizarre
The knight Bayard
Without fear and without reproach
He's in trouble
Robinson on his island organizes charters
Santa Claus drives in a limousine
Everything goes wrong
All the zorros, the supermans
Are absent subscribers
It seems that there are no more virgins in Orleans
Owl, cabbage, pebble, knee
Give me back my nanny
My rubber babar
And my roudoudous
Owl, cabbage, pebble, knee
Howling with the wolves
Dancing with the crazy
I'll take my legs around my neck
I've never worshiped adults
Always found the grown-ups
More or less stupid
Too late, too late, without hope
Weird, weird
I always have a malabar in my pocket

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