Le Chanteur Masque

I am the masked singer
I have come to avenge
The parents of the whole world
Who have been persecuted
With baby songs
It's Mother Michel
Who lost her cat
It serves her right
No one will give it back to her
It's Father Lustucru
Who ate it all up
Because she never wanted
To show him her ass
In the forest a big deer
Was looking through the window
The rabbit coming to him
And singing like this:
Deer, deer, open up for me
Or the hunter will kill me
Let me into your hut
You'll get your treat
That's how, how, how
The dishonest husbands do
That's how, how, how
A quickie and then they're gone
In the moonlight
My friend Pierrot
You can put your feather
In the small of your back
My candle has died
And I will make
Like all the others
A cheap sex toy
A green mouse
Running in the grass
I grab it by the tail
I knock it out with mine
I dip it in oil
I dip it in water
And it scares the hell out of
Brigitte Bardot
Long live the wind, long live the wind
Long live the winter wind
That lifts the girls' skirts
So we can see their panties
Long live the wind, long live the wind
Long live the winter wind
That cools the behind
And refreshes the mound
Hey, hey
Hey hey sailor
You don't like the sea
You prefer the bars
Hey hey sailor
And the brothels
To Commander Cousteau
Brothers Jacques, brothers Jacques
Can you, can you
Ring the matins
With your dick
Ding ding dong
Ding ding dong
I am the masked singer
I have come to avenge
The parents of the whole world
Who have been persecuted
With baby songs
By the clear fountain
As I went for a walk
I found Marie-Claire
And I screwed her
Since then I have little bugs
I will never forget
He fucks the priest
The priest behind the church
He fucks the priest
He was even seen at Denise's
He passed by here
He will pass by there
I went down to my garden
I went down to my garden
To pick the divine fruit
Nice little clit ladies
Nice little new clit
Nice little clit ladies
Nice little new clit
Tell me mommy, there's a word I didn't understand
What's a garden??
My beautiful pimp, king of the forests
How I love your fur
In the Bois de Boulogne
In the Bois de Vincennes
There are only lumberjills
Who walk around
My beautiful pimp, king of the forests
How I love your fur
In the distant forest
You can hear the cuckoo
Who cries out of breath
I'd like to have a little drink
Cuckoo, cuckoo
I'd like to have a little drink
Cuckoo, cuckoo
I'd like to have a little drink
A hen on a wall
Pecking at hard bread
Peck, peck, peck
Lifts its tail and then goes away
A hen against a wall
Looking for adventures
Peck, peck, peck
Washes its tail and then smells good
There was a little man
Spin, peanut
There was a little man
Who was screwing a lot
Who was screwing a lot
But we can't say who it is
Spin, peanut
But we can't say who it is
It would scream too much at the Elysée
It would scream too much at the Elysée
And we make the dicks spin
Like little weather vanes
It makes wind on the balls
It's cool, it's cool
And it's good for the head
And we make the dicks spin
Like little weather vanes
It makes wind on the balls
It's cool, it's cool
And that's where the song ends
There, it's over
We're leaving.
Thank you!