Mangez-moi, mangez-moi !

One autumn afternoon,
We found a means of transportation,
So we headed to the countryside.
The fields were damp and sufficiently acidic.
It was the right time to go mushroom picking.
Eat me! Eat me! Eat me!
Eat me! Eat me! Eat me!
It's the psychedelic chant begging,
Playing with souls
And opening the windows of perception.
It was raining a lot that day.
Luckily, we had hoods
And especially sturdy bags.
Over there, the cows were looking at us
With a complicit and relaxed air.
We just had to get to it
To ensure the harvest.
Eat me! Eat me! Eat me!
Eat me! Eat me! Eat me!
It's the psychedelic chant begging,
Playing with souls
And opening the windows of perception.
Is this a good one?
No, it's not a good one
Because it doesn't have a nipple
And it's too flat.
It doesn't have the right color.
Let's not get discouraged.
Let's open our ears and listen.
Eat me! Eat me! Eat me!
Eat me! Eat me! Eat me!
It's the psychedelic chant begging,
Playing with souls
And opening the windows of perception.
Oh, you walk like a duck
But it's to see them better.
Oh shit, my back hurts
We need a detector.
Look, here's a joint butt.
This must be a very good mushroom
Or maybe someone has already been here
And surely they've taken everything.
That spot, for sure, is well-known.
Damn, seriously, how do you expect?
Now it's too late.
We're in a bind.
Our feet are all wet.
Eat me! Eat me! Eat me!
Eat me! Eat me! Eat me!
Instead of crushing me,
Why not eat me?
One autumn afternoon,
We found a means of transportation,
So we headed to the countryside.
The fields were damp and sufficiently acidic.
It was the right time to go mushroom picking.
Eat me! Eat me! Eat me!
Eat me! Eat me! Eat me!
It's the psychedelic chant begging,
Playing with souls
And opening the windows of perception.
Watch out on the way down,
Watch out on the way down,
Watch out on the way down...