Renaud
Mistral Gagnant
The Return of Pépette
There's one who's really impatient
It's Pépette who's going on vacation
Tomorrow she is going to pitch her tent
on a beach on the edge of France
She prepares her things upset
she gets agitated she case she panics
since the time she has been panicked
she dreams of a great exotic love
She took a scarf a sweater
her yellow dress a little torn
a frozen fish in pincers
her cardboard suitcase is going to crack
She is still happy to be happy
has it managed to fold her tent...
First day of vacation from hell
Pépette wanted to have fun
she took a windsurfing lesson
even the board almost drowned
Pépette drank half the sea
and she hurt her knee
and her whole body trole from Finistère
ended up in her big limp hair
She went to shower at the campsite
and she started freaking out
because of the white marks under her thong
and the rest of her burnt skin
Is still furious at being angry
there's less risk with the nuclear ©aire...
(interesting verse)
She anoints herself, she smears herself, she oints herself
with Monoï and Nivéa cream
she doesn't want her little body to deteriorate
because tonight she's going to Macumba
A squirt of opium to smell good
on the back of the neck and then behind arms
a brush to redo her bun
she is ready to fall Travolta
She hesitates the yellow Scottish dress
the tights the socks or stockings
what will be the most practical if she fucks
what will freak out the other girls
Is it anyway Astonished to be surprised
at the capacity of her suitcase...
Finally she dresses as Pépette
as a Madonna of agricultural machines
at the end of 'five o'clock she's finally ready
but the club is closed and she's out of luck
So she's going to eat a pizza
with ham and at the shopping center
and she sobs thinking of me
which is completely immoral
A thug who was watering the keel
comes to pay her a grotesque compliment
like you are as beautiful as someone thing that shines
she falls in love with it just as dryly
She is still disappointed to be sad
not to run into a parachutist...
(verse uh. . . pathetic)
They get eaten by mosquitoes,
all night under the tent on the beach
in the morning they have a little picnic
br/>a sandwich with ants and cheese
So with a wooden stick
they write their first names on the sand
she draws a heart and he a liver
and look at the dismal horizon
She goes to get him some cigarettes
to the village ten miles on foot is a long way
when she comes back he has played basketball
br/>by stealing his cardboard suitcase
Inside were his dresses and his underwear
his papers pincers a fish
his vacation is ruined for good
the just had to be a little careful
and that's it...

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