Little farmed fish
You don't know your father
You don't know the sea
Little farmed fish
Barely But here you are already breaded
A thousand in a locker you don't really look good
In your breeding pond you warp and you row
In the middle of salmon packed like sardines
You tremble, you lose quails, you have octopus meat
Thinking of that day when they will come to get you
To pay for a slice or force you to smoke
Little farmed fish, you're making a mistake
As true as there is no smoke without salmon
Stop, little fish!
For making yourself angry
Stop, little fish!
For wanting to weigh anchor
Stop, stop, stop, little fish
/>Stop, stop, stop, stop... as in the fish
You wanted to ride the horses of the oceans
Like Claude François go up the current
And finally become a man rather a fish
Wild and indomitable, sharp like a bison
But the world is poorly made, cats don't make dogs
And butter doesn't melt like little puppets
br/>It's certain that given your case, death will have tomorrow
The taste that you don't even have of dill
Stop violent fish!
For making you so much sushi
Stop violent fish!
For wanting to take the maki
Stop, stop, stop little fish
Stop, stop, stop, stop... as in the fish
Today you are an angel next to Saint-Pierre
You bathe far from your brothers in a halo of light
And all the world has come for a last homage
To the Robin Hood of the sea, to the Mesrine of farmed fish
There is, there is, there is...< br/>The local bar, the well-coiffed bearded man
With the part in the middle for the summer soles
The tuna from Nablus, the sea bream and the jellyfish
The cod from the old port...if I'm not mistaken
The English moray eel sitting on the first herring
With an old Flipper swimming in
The water crystal clear from Marseille
With red mullet from Lille
And even the little mermaid... no, I'm kidding April Fools