You buy the ring from Danièle.
You make your wish, you wear your hat,
And the others pick up.
Evelyne is stronger than her.
And better than the fool ,
She is looking for a wife for you.
They are taking you on their merry-go-round.
These fiancées from France
Have not brought you luck.
They are embarking on their ride.
These brides from France
Have not brought you luck.
And the predictions to Guy LUX.
You die at the racecourse,
br/>He drained your purse.
The telephone is not a luxury.
It's effective opium
Charlie Marx told us!
You buy Danièle's ring.
Danièle's ring.
Evelyne is stronger than her.
Fabienne Egal is a treat.
They take you on a journey their ride.
Oh, take a ride!
They take you on their ride.
Come on Simone Garnier!
Ooh! Ooh! Bouribaï, Bouribaï!
Eeieyeh!
And the predictions to Guy Lux.
You die at the racetrack,
He drained your purse.
The teloche , it's not luxury.
It's effective opium
Charlie Marx told us!
For Gilbert you puked your saliva,
For Zaraî you you said “ouch”! and "OK"!
For Bourret you toasted the warheads,
For Leclerc you fell to the ether.
For Thierry Roland it's the ice floe,
Daniel Bilalian: sleeve or broom.
And the Ruggieri packs her suitcase,
Foucault has eaten up his ratings,
Faux cul has eaten up his ratings
Foucault has eaten his ratings.
Faux cul ate his ratings,
Foucault ate his ratings.
Danièle's ring...
Joël's bass - it's a Fender