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Gaétan Montreuil: "Now it's the turn of the leader of the Liberal Party of Quebec, Mr. Jean Charest."

Jean Charest: "Thanks, buddy. I'm ready, the Liberal team is ready, we are ready."

Ready or not, the plow's coming, Charest, relentless, tearing apart the framework
Of the house we took 40 years to build.

Weren't you the one who campaigned for Amir Khadir?
Now the table's set for 4 years of suffering, fading before our eyes,
Stunned by the sight of this bunch of idiots who sell off everything at a discount,
Who sell at a bargain, what’s priceless,
Once the mandate's over, the country looks like a wreck.

Dark cut, clear-cut, Grey cut
"Alouette, I will pluck you."

And to cut short the public outrage,
Patapouf smothers the crowd and legislates with no restraint
And all smiles, he serves up the people's soup.

"That's what solidarity looks like when we've thrown everything to the ground."

To silence, a unique argument in the land of America.
But his business, it suits the interests
Of the business elite,
Of Canada and the Council of Employers.

Gag or no gag, I mock anyway, the boss of the Bosses
"Shut your mouth, Taillon!"

Hey, if the crazy dismantling excites you so much it’s like music to your ears, how do you like the racket of the barbarians, in your greedy, dazed eardrums?

Faced with the threat of the fire sale, we raise the fist of the Homeland in the face of the bandits.
Faced with the threat of the fire sale, we raise the fist...

Free us from the Liberals.

I’m telling you straight, no bullshit:
Jean Charest-Mike Harris: same fight, same charisma, same carnival of public goods and services.
Damn it, this has to end. The hunt for welfare recipients is a godsend for them.
And those who are suffering,
All that's left is to pray for Saint John the Baptist,
That'll teach you, my bunch of separatists.

There’s no place where we can’t make a buck.
Performance contracts for the SGF, for daycare centers, or the homeless.
A tax on donations? Hey, that wouldn’t be dumb!

They run Quebec like a small business,
Like a pimp, his whores to line up the P-I-P-E-S,
It’s known, the key to success for 24 Sussex is to screw Quebec,
What a topic for Jean-Claude Labrecque "At Gnome Height" "At Zipper Height"
Sucking standing up, that’s how to stand straight...

(zzzzzzzzzzzzip)

Jean Charest: "I’m ready."

We’re far from "Masters in Our Own House,"
Now more than ever, there’s a traitor in our midst.
You can hear it when he talks like a cereal box.
If you think you can silence me, you’re wasting your time, I’m unstoppable.

"I go under your sky, muse, and I am your loyal servant."

Faced with the threat of the fire sale, we raise the fist of the Homeland in the face of the bandits.
Faced with the threat of the fire sale, we raise the fist...

Free us from the Liberals.

Blue collars, white collars, all schools combined,
We need to rush into the streets, in the spring like a flood,
Let our frustration explode, a debacle of pots and pans, enough talk, make some noise...
A ruckus to overturn this party, like in Argentina, in Bolivia
From pole to pole, it’s a continental observation:
Down with the liberal bulldozer.

Free us from the Liberals.

"I’m happy, Loco Locass, to be here with you in your song, it allows me to reach an audience that has generally been resistant, blah blah blah..."

Tamtid'lidé free us from the wording
Tamtid'lido free us from the liberals.

Jean Charest: "I, I, I prefer Burger King. I like all fast food anyway, I find it less complicated and it costs less..."