There was, there was
A very surrounded gentleman
A very admired gentleman
A very up-to-date gentleman
Who lived in a village
By his job station chief
And what's more, king of billiards
The champion of the region
And whom no one dared to counter
In the village we said full of respect... station
Monsieur Jonas
Is an ace
At billiards
You have to see
How he plays
Because his shots
Are smoking
breathtaking
Morning and evening
On the counter
There's his glass
Beer
People hurry
And acquiesce
His pours
His double blows
In the corner of the mouth an almost extinguished butt
We thinks he's suspicious, but that's not the case
He knows how to calculate his effects very well
He knows what he's doing
He's in no hurry
S 'don't get angry
But he takes
His time
His game is sure
His face
Has a smile
Which says something
br/>Mr Jonas
Is an ace
At billiards
To see him
People out loud
Shout bravo
He's an ace
Monsieur Jonas
There was, there was
A gentleman who arrived
A foreign gentleman
A very up-to-date gentleman
br/>Who came from another village
Against Jonas he played
And Jonas lost this time
But not being able to bear it
One evening he committed suicide
And in the village we no longer play billiards... because
The devil is passing by
It's Jonas
Who comes back
He hits the players
Who of fear
Fade out
Get jaundice
He drinks the beer
Breaks glasses
Eats the bruises
By blue
Without warning
In the billiards table
All in all
Snags
In the distance we hear the trains moaning
The ghost trains running in in the morning
On its path the wind sweeps away everything
And screams like a madman
Jonas, Jonas
The villagers
Loose joy
And sleep
br/>And in their ears
Quickly they put on
Hydrophilic cotton
To stop listening
A wild Jonas
Who starts To scream
Monsieur Jonas
Is an ace
At billiards

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