Le Vendeur de Paratonnerres

One of those nights of rage when I couldn't take it anymore
We preferred the lover to tell the story
I was heading out with a bat to fix this insult
Let’s give the cuckold a chance to speak this time
Let’s give the cuckold a chance to speak this time

Me, who roams the Province
To sell my lightning rods
Here I am, my wife’s getting laid
With that jerk Georges Brassens

I paid him a visit, all polite and nice
While he was hiding between two rain showers
His pipe all wet, his mustache so sly
He was shaking with fear, and I with jealousy
He was shaking with fear, and I with jealousy

I smashed his front gate right away
He, who knowingly, did the same
With the backside of the woman I love
Whom I’ve adorned with pearls since our wedding
Whom I’ve adorned with pearls since our wedding

Me, who roams the Province
To sell my lightning rods
Here I am, my wife’s getting laid
With that jerk Georges Brassens

That bastard wasn’t wrong, sure I made the mistake
Of not installing a good cock-block
Carpentry aside, here’s the reason
I trusted you, oh roof of my home
I trusted you, oh roof of my home

I wouldn’t give the honor to blame Venus
Who gave me horns in the wood of his pipe
It’s him I’d lynch, hanging by his underwear
To his favorite tree that he sang about, Mordicus
To his favorite tree that he sang about, Mordicus

Me, who roams the Province
To sell my lightning rods
Here I am, my wife’s getting laid
With that jerk Georges Brassens

I buried him, but I still hear him loud and clear
In the cabarets, his little heirs
Keep singing about how he cuckolded me
My revenge is a bust, the jerk is immortal
My revenge is a bust, the jerk is immortal

Me, who roams the Province
To sell my lightning rods
They sing everywhere that my wife’s getting laid
With that jerk Georges Brassens