He was a good guy!
A neighborhood rascal
A funny felaga
Who was more than half of him
A kind of felouze
Who played it baléze for us
By turning his jacket inside out
He knew how to be at ease
That kind of little extra
As who would say a zest
Which he signed with a grin
To the brave people we hate.
Ha! what a felouze, and what finesse
He had in his eyes
A bit of wisdom.
That he made them brown
Without giving away our addresses
Ouch! Ouch Felouze was at ease
He was a good guy
Nice to talk about
He turned your guts around
Dâune key phrase
It wasn't the tarlouze
Who comes to emboss your strawberries
Who stinks, who stinks
Who has views on your pezez
It doesn't come off, it stays
To stick the phallus
To the good people we hate
Ha! what a felouze, and what finesse
He had in his eyes
A bit of wisdom.
That he made them brown
Without giving away our addresses
Ouch! Ouch Felouze was at ease
It wasn't the bargeot
Who makes you believe in doubt
That everything is easy
But we he stopped
Yes because it's a blouze
There had to be discomfort
We kill him or he stays
Toasted like a merguez
What we eat at the flea market
That we send back on the jacket.
My song is the trick
Elastic, Alas test.
Car I would like to know
If you like them black
Hard or gay
All our stories
Yes! but there you go
That’s it, it’s done
Ouch! Ouch Felouze, he was a big guy

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