Wow! Bam!
My cat, splatch
Lies on my bed
Ate his tongue
Drinking from my whiskey
As for me
Little sleep, exhausted, bullied
I had to sleep in the gutter
Where I had a flash
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
In four colors
Come on!
One morning
A little girl came to my house
Cellophane Doll
Chinese hair
A plaster
A hangover
Drank my beer
In a big glass
Made of rubber
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Like an Indian in his igloo
That Plane For Me
That Plane For Me
It's high for me me me me me
That Plane For Me
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
That Plane For Me
Come on! The chick
What a bastard!
What a vibration!
To send oneself
On the doormat
Limed, ruined, emptied, filled
“You are the king of the couch!”
That she says to me in passing houhouhouhou
I am the king of the couch
That Plane For Me
Come on, get busy, don't worry
Don't touch my planet
It's not today that the sky will fall on me
On the head
And I will miss alcohol
Woo hoo hoo
That Plane For Me
Come on, my girl got away, left
Finally it's fed up, it's broken everything
the sink, the bar leaving me alone
Like a big asshole, houhouhouhou
The foot in the dish
That Plane For Me