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500 Assholes On The Starting Line
Five hundred assholes on the starting line
Five hundred badgers on their motorcycles
that makes a lot of blairs
At the gates of the desert
A lot of bastards
To the wind of Ténéré
The mechanical rally
Bazar Mad Max
Started his circus again
In the January sun
Will cross Africa
With their feet in the lighthouse
Disgust the slopes
And come back tanned
Delighted with this obscene
And pitiful game
Beautiful human adventure
According to the journalists
Five a hundred assholes on the starting line
Five hundred idiots in their trucks
That's a lot of blairs
At the edge of the desert
A bunch of bastards ©s
To the wind of the Ténéré
The caravan goes by
And the dogs no longer bark
Under the wheels of the bikes
There is blood spilled
It's the few savages
Who wanted to cross
The streets of their villages
When you passed by
Like little Romel
All leather and steel
Spitting your decibels
To the decimated children
Five hundred assholes on the starting line
Five a hundred puppets in their cars
That's a lot of blairs
At the gates of the desert
A bunch of bastards
In the wind of Ténérà ©
How many more years
These colorful idiots
Will have their sports ground
An entire continent
How many years at last
These sponsored oxen
Will take to African soil
For a playground
In their odious jousts
The sweets warm
Down in their delicious
Fluorescent jumpsuits
Five hundred assholes on the starting line
Five hundred badgers on their motorbikes
à made a lot of blairs
At the gates of the desert
A bunch of bastards
To the wind of Ténéré