La P'tit Grenouille

The little frog says to the toad:
"Give me thirty cents
You’ll get the skin off my damn dog"
But the toad replied:
"I don’t want to go out at night
And I’m keeping my pennies"

It was a cat and a tomcat
Whispering sweet nothings
Underneath the stove
Suddenly the cat got mad
She said: "My holy cat’s ass
Don’t try to pull one on me"

And then when I saw that
I had a wooden seed made
Two kids in wool
We teamed up to mess with her
She didn’t want to unload
The little damn kid

The little girls in Campbellton
They’re hot like sheep
The little cuties
Bend over with their skirts by the coast
And one little tease waits for another
With Antoine

A proud local guy
Starts making a beef seed
Big as mine
While he’s out with his cows
A bull made a face
Like a damn kid

There are little girls in St-Zénon
Who love to get their nipples grabbed
The little cuties
If they wear split panties
It’s to get their ass caught better
Like a damn kid

A little motorcycle pest
Taking my ass for a racetrack
Who leaves you in peace
When suddenly on a turn
He skidded
And fell into shit

I’m not nosy
But I’d like to know
Why blonde girls
Have black hair on their ass?
Why do big black ladies
At ninety years old
Pull the hair from their butts
To make toothbrushes?

Oh if my heart were a frog
I’d dig myself a lake
And I like it when it tickles me
When it goes flick-flick-flick-splash

It’s my uncle Armand hopping
Grabbing my aunt Alice’s thighs
My aunt Germaine bent her body
Sucking my uncle Hector’s seed
"Get in there, Mrs. Giroux
Get in there, Mrs. Giroux
Get in there, Mrs. Giroux
In your big hole"

My grandfather’s pocket is hanging from the ceiling
My grandmother, holy shit, is pulling the hair from his ass
She climbs up the stepladder to extract his juice
There goes the stepladder on the floor, grandma on her ass

On a gas bike, go ahead and split
Get it from the front, yeah you’ll have beautiful kids

The little girls from Percé Rock
I’m telling you they’re well-made
But they don’t want to play cute
For a pack of cigarettes

On a gas bike, go ahead and split
Get it from the front, yeah you’ll have beautiful kids

I’ve had my share of Gaspesian girls
I’m telling you they’re hot-blooded
I had a week of it
Rubbing the tip of my seed
And having a sore throat

Grab my ass, Germaine
I’ll grab yours in a bit
You didn’t see my seed
When it’s at its length

Come up to my room
Lie down in my bed
You’ll have it in your big slit
The little piss of the Holy Spirit

It’s the party at Saint-Antoine
The party of a big worker
My wife got knocked up
During the forty-hour week

It’s her mother’s fault
For not sewing her
The little buttonhole
Two inches from the ass hole

If you loved me, darling
You’d cook me some noodles
And while you’re at it
You’d suck my balls.