His name was Jean-René
Worked on the railways
Putted holes in tickets
On the Brest/Quimper route
His father was a sailor Breton
He was raised in the sardine
One of those courageous boys
That one makes in the navy
He had no luck in existence
He was ugly big and small
But one day he met
A girl even uglier than him
She was brave and kind
br/>But his stupidity was huge
A bit of a head-scratching type
When you give him a fan
Six months later they had a daughter
br/>Who was not a Nobel Prize
But who was really useful
In the evening to take out the trash
She had no luck in life
She was ugly, big and small
But one day she met
A man who had a big... car!
The girl ran away to make him happy
Without saying goodbye to his mother
Forgetting his job as a garbage collector
No scruples, it's disgusting
For his father it was horror
His daughter left, it was too hard
We had to install a garbage disposal in the kitchen
Despite all that, our Jean-René
Still took his work to heart
And in a nice TGV
He was appointed chief controller
One day he slipped under a train
And his legs were amputated two hands
His wife cowardly left him
So as not to live on his hooks