Histoire de clou

A fool was driving a nail
Hammering with great zeal
The tip of the port to the nail
That just couldn't take it anymore
Hit me on the head
The old nail groaned
Or read the recipe
On how to drive in nails
How dumb can you be?
The fool shot back
Ah, if even the nails get involved
We won't count the fools anymore
He took another nail
'Cause he wanted to drive his nail
In style, in style
He wanted to drive his nail
In the style of fools

A fool was driving a neck
Another less stubborn
Who even twisted his neck
To better sniff it out
When singing the cuckoo
For the twelfth time
The nail was on its knees
And the fool was barking
In his beautiful handwriting
He spat out his anger
In a letter of insults
To the ministry of nails
Gentlemen, it's a shame
You make nails too soft
The people will get their due
From your rubber nails
You can't even drive in your nail
In style, in style
You can't even drive in your nail
In the style of fools

Of course, at the ministry
They think a lot
But you gotta see how to do it
When it comes to nails
I’m the minister of nails
And I’m here for the inquiry
So drive me this nail
Justify your request
And the fool drove in his nail
In style, in style
And the fool drove in his nail
In the style of fools

Aren't you a bit crazy?
Or just a little slow?
Don't you see that this nail
Is for the wall across?
You stingy bastard
Ah! You're all the same
You always fix everything
By flipping the problems
I'm going to drive this nail in for you
In style, in style
I'm going to drive this nail in for you
In the style of fools
A fool was driving a nail
Right in the middle of the holes
Of a minister of nails
Who died on the nail.