J'traine Des Pieds

I drag my feet, with my baggage
I never really liked school
I drag my feet, my worn-out shoes
I explored my neighborhood

I drag my feet in my café
The old folks are yelling at cards
Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle Andy and all those ladies
Taking care of me, babying me

Scraped my face, scraped my knees
Scraped my little soft heart
Ruined my shoes, messed up my cheek
Ruined the crumbs of us

The smoke from the beef bourguignon
The whole family’s heads down, focused
Back when we could act like fools
The regulars, the locals, the passersby, especially in summer
A joyful mess in my café

Scraped my face, scraped my knees
Scraped my little soft heart
Swept the patio, the little one’s gone
The crumbs of us have flown away

I drag my feet, I drag my baggage
I still don’t like school

Scraped my face, scraped my knees
Scraped my little soft heart
Ruined my shoes, messed up my cheek
Ruined the crumbs of us