Monsieur Cannibale
Sacha Distel
Monsieur Cannibal
Seeing him come out of his truck
Hunting African butterflies
The cannibals calling him a spy
Stopped him right away
He tried to speak to them in English
Spanish, Portuguese, Chinese
But seeing their jaws
Opening
He started screaming in terror
Oh, Mister Cannibal,
I don't want to die
Mister Cannibal
Let me go
He showed them his lighter, his pen
His watch and photos of his wife
He sang them a great Gounod tune
Adamo songs, nothing worked!
He showed them newspapers from Paris
No one reacted, either
Desperate, he took out magazines
Full of naked girls, and said:
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When the chief saw those magazines
Saw all those naked girls, he laughed!
But in his head, a crazy idea
A whimsical idea emerged
In a hut where his harem was
He himself led the guy
Who, seeing the women rushing towards him
With so much appetite, screamed:
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For eight days, he remained locked up
And had to share, in vain
And as he was not very big to begin with
He lost at least twenty kilos
When the moment arrived and the chief
Made him understand with gestures, Go!
Take your truck and go back home
The poor man exclaimed: Never!
Mister Cannibal, I don't want to leave anymore
Mister Cannibal, I'd rather die!
