FIRST MOVEMENT:
SWEET SLEEP OF THE ETHYLIC DAWN
(not in the morning)
Caza got up magané
In fact it didn't happen Hey, he never went to bed
He spent the night twirling around
His stomach is doing flick-a-flocks
He looks like a robineux dressed in his pants
He's lying in a ball in the bottom of the truck
But the worst part of all that my children
It's that when in the evening arrives there and becomes radiant
For a party there's always up for it
Caza! It came ! Caza! Our savior!
Caza! Our light! Caza!
SECOND MOVEMENT:
PRELUDE TO NOCTURNAL DRUNKNESS
Vincent Caza is a real machine
He still lives his life at full pin
He roams the bars, bistros and brasseries
Gas in the back, foot in the carpet!
A pint of redhead! (A pint of redhead!)
Ten pints of redhead! (Ten pints of redhead!)
Putting down one cigarette after another
A strong shot! (One strong shot!)
Two strong shots! (Two strong shots!)
Hiding two or three beers in his coat
THIRD MOVEMENT:
FREEZING NIGHTS AND CAHOTIC DAWN
It's a nice wanderer
For Caza the world is his home
And then he doesn't care
To sleep anywhere
On a wooden floor
Or on an old sofa
All naked in the grass
Or under a bridge
Even on a track!
And we hear him yell: Ã drink tabarnak!
(That's not true)
FIRST MOVEMENT:
SWEET SLEEP OF THE ETHYLIC DAWN
(not yet morning)
Another one night on robin
There are two black eyes floating in fat from bines
In his body there is no vitamin
Lunch on the side at lunch paneur
A ti-chip with vinegar, jujubes, liqueur
Everything to stay in shape until the early hours
But in the morning it's not easy to know a puck
He seems like a guy who comes straight from another era
For him, life is always Woodstock
Caza! Our brother! Caza! Our shepherd!
Caza! Our only god! Caza!
SECOND MOVEMENT:
PRELUDE TO NOCTURNAL DRUNKNESS
When our friend Caza takes out his old guitar
We know that the evening will end late
In a pit of sand or in a basement
It bellows like a Spanish cow
A tune from Plume! (A song from Plume!)
Two songs from Plume! (Two songs from Plume!)
For four hours without going to pee
Worse Tom Waits! (And Tom Waits!)
No Dire Straits (No!)
Because you don't really like playing it...
THIRD MOVEMENT:
FUNNY NIGHTS AND CAUTIONOUS DAWN
He's a nice little guy!
The best companion for everyone
And he doesn't care
Created expensive anywhere
Behind the bar
In a tank case
Lying in a bath
Among Native Americans
Even on a park bench!
And we hear him yell: Ã drink tabernacle !
(It's not true, it's rumours)
SYMPHONIC FINAL IN A MAJOR
Cazaaaa, Cazaaaa, Cazaaaa, Cazaaaa

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