La Rousquille

I took a stroll through the county
I ended up in St. Laurent de Serdan
I bought a pair of bigatane
They say the Catalan specialties are pretty

After St. Laurent, I headed down to Céré
It was a Saturday, there was a match
Under the plane trees, I let you taste the finest sirens and I sang to you

I’m gonna make your ass like a rousquille
You’re gonna eat my Catalan blood sausage
I’m gonna make your ass like a rousquille
Chewing the bougnette, you’ll eat the crunch

You told me you wanted to get up and get some fresh air
And I much prefer the mountains to the sea
We went to pick some couscouil
We sat on a stone and I showed you my big ****

I’m gonna make your ass like a rousquille
You’re gonna eat my Catalan blood sausage
I’m gonna make your ass like a rousquille
Chewing the bougnette, you’ll eat the crunch

But don’t get mad, no don’t scold me
(You sound like my mother-in-law)
What I want is for you to feel good at my place
Don’t sulk and come with me
(I’ll take you to Couilloure to eat some anchovies)

I’m gonna make your ass like a rousquille
You’re gonna eat my Catalan blood sausage
I’m gonna make your ass like a rousquille
Chewing the bougnette, you’ll eat the crunch

I’m gonna make your ass like a rousquille
Chewing the bougnette, you’ll eat the crunch