My mother tells me regularly
You don't do anything, you're wasting your time
You'd better work
Instead of wandering off ®ner
Han han han, leave the girls
Han han han, yes, leave the girls
You have plenty of time
To have thousands of embà Believe me
Yes, leave the girls alone
I still think about his advice
At the window I marvel
And I watch these young ladies pass by
While my mother shouts more and more:
Han han han, leave the girls
Han han han, yes, leave the girls
You have plenty of time
To have thousands of troubles, believe me
Yes, leave the girls for a bit
With Claude yesterday evening
In front of the juke -box near the bar
We were dancing, there was joy
When my mother was downcast
Han han han , leave the girls
Han han han, yes, leave the girls
You have plenty of time
To have thousands of troubles, believe me
Yes, leave it a little girls
Luckily poor me
To support me I have my dad
Who always tells me: go for it, my guy
Since the girls are done for that
Han, han, han
Let the girls adore you, yes
Let the girls
Cuddle you caress you cuddle you
Believe me
Yes let you love girls
Yes let you love girls
Yes let you love girls