Papa T'es Plus Dans L'coup
8 Femmes
Dad, You're Out of Touch
You told me
From my earliest
Childhood
Ill-gotten gains
Never pay off
As I grew up
Through life's journey
I saw that wasn't
Always true
Dad dad dad you're out of touch dad
Dad dad dad you're out of touch dad
You told me
My child on Earth
Help your brothers
You'll be rewarded
I lent
Your car to Jean-Pierre
He brought it back
In pieces
Dad dad dad you're out of touch dad
Dad dad dad you're out of touch dad
You should, I swear
Quickly go back to school
Review your judgment
Believe me, it would be wiser
You told me
To build my confidence
That work
Preserves health
I worked
Every day without fail
Since then I've been
Tired, drained
Dad dad dad you're out of touch dad
Dad dad dad you're out of touch dad
You told me this boy is fickle
Be careful he'll make you suffer
Yet near him I live in a cloud
And happiness shines on my smile
Dad dad dad you're out of touch dad
Dad dad dad you're out of touch dad
Dad dad dad you're out of touch dad
Dad dad dad you're out of touch dad