Moules Frites

Do you know what Paulo told me
Or rather what his little finger tells him
When the latter rises, it's because a dream shell has come out of the water
And then he sings:

Paulo loves mussels and fries, without fries and without mayo
Paulo loves mussels and fries, without fries and without mayo
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo

But before he sits down to eat
He always drinks a glass of white wine
To forget the dreadful
On and such a bitter taste of the ocean
And he's so agile, Paulo
That he doesn't even have to beg
And it's always so easy
But this time she's a little less fragile than what Paulo imagines
But as long as she was screaming

Paulo loves mussels and fries, without fries and without mayo
Paulo loves mussels and fries, without fries and without mayo
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo

But he should have been wary, Paulo
Because we don't know where she swam earlier
As she was contaminated, Paulo won't sing anymore
Or maybe, once buried, Paulo
We will all sing:

Paulo loved mussels and fries, without fries and without mayo
(To you, Paulo)
Paulo loved mussels and fries, without fries and without mayo
(We will all sing for you)
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo