Les Fatals Picards le dimanche au soleil

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It's an ideal day in a working-class suburb
A spring Sunday
A garden near the RER
There is in the air, like a perfume of 36
And in the cooler, like a promise from Pastis
Ah Johnny on the radio explains to us Ah that
All it takes is a spark to light the fire
That's a good thing, the son has just been studying in class
The History of Barbecue
From Joan of Arc in our days
Sunday in the sun far from Monday at the office
It's bad luck mass falls at aperitif time
Sunday in the sun without any hassle and without CloClo
It's stupid the elections fall on the day of the aperitif
The children in the swimming pool have decided to play
To stay under water for 20 minutes
Without breathing
While Tata Jocelyne is shading the parasol
Think about the 30 kilos to lose before summer in Porquerolles
The neighbor who was yelling because we were a little damaged
His dachshund with steel pétanque balls
Came to smoke the merguez of peace
br/>Before coming home drunker
Than a Pole
Sunday in the sun far from Monday at the office
It's bad luck mass falls at church time 'aperitif
Sunday in the sun without hassle and without CloClo
It's stupid the elections fall on aperitif day
To you divine protector of cosmic barbecues
Great organizer of original chaos
Make sure that both sides are well cooked
The pork ribs
And the infidels!
Sunday in the sun far from Monday at the office
It's bad luck mass falls at aperitif time
Sunday in the sun without any hassle and without CloClo
It's stupid, the elections fall on aperitif day

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