Le Bouffon de La Cité

I'm the jester of the city
The one they like to hit
The neighborhood's national sport
Chasing me to beat me up

In a group, it's a party
To slap me around
Two holding me, two slapping me
And the others watching the show

Without knowing that one day I won't be here
And one of them will take my place

Because...
I'm the jester of the city
The neighborhood's punching bag
The faggot getting beaten up
The queer, the little fag
My nickname is asshole

Maybe it's because of my face
Or because I wear glasses
Or maybe because I can read
And I want to succeed

I don't want to end up like my father
A slave in a factory of misery
And I won't deny
The fact that I love to read

And too bad if I get beaten up
Cheap shots and sucker punches
Chorus

And when I see them acting tough
Like big-time criminals and gangsters
When all they know how to do
Is steal scooters

And since they're not too bright
They'll eventually get caught
And get a month in juvie
Cutting brambles in the woods

And in the meantime, I'll have peace
And I can regain my strength

It's funny that they call me a fag
Because if I had to choose without hesitation
I'd rather play doctor
With their sisters

And when they say on Saturday
That they're sleeping over at a friend's
It's often in my bed
That they spend the night

And the day they find out
They'll hang me by the balls