Le cha-cha-cha des thons

A group of tunas swimming up the river
To spawn happily, to spawn happily
A group of tunas swimming up the river
Was happily going, fleeing the sea, the ri lon lère
Was happily going, fleeing the sea
The king of tunas, with his regular mate,
Was wriggling happily, wriggling happily,
At the head of the tunas swimming up the river,
To spawn happily, during the spring season.
It's the tuna cha-cha in the river.

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Cha-cha-cha of the tunas, cha-cha-cha of the tunas,
Cha-cha-cha of the tunas, cha-cha-cha of the tunas,
With a T (like a crocodile) cha-cha-cha of the tunas,
With a T.
Cha-cha-cha of the tunas, cha-cha-cha of the tunas,
Cha-cha-cha of the tunas, cha-cha-cha of the tunas,
Cha-cha-cha of the tunas, cha-cha-cha of the tunas,
With a T (like a crocodile). Cha-cha-cha of the tunas,
With a T.

When you're a tuna, it's for life.
You have to accept it, you have to accept it.
A tuna head, whether in the river
Or on land, you have to stuff it, the ri lon lère.
It's the tuna cha-cha all over the earth.

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