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|November 3, 2016 | Philosophy

Wham! Bam!

My cat “Splash” rests on my bed

She’s swallowed her tongue

While drinking all my whisky.

 

As for me, 

Not much sleep, worn out, bullied

I’ve had to sleep in the gutter

Where I’ve had a vision

 

Ooh – ooh – ooh – ooh

In four colors

 

Let’s go! One morning

A chick came to my place

A cellophane doll, Chinese hair

A sticking plaster, a wooden face

She’s drunk my beer

from a a big rubber glass

 

Ooh – ooh – ooh – ooh

Like an Indian in his igloo

 

It glides for me

It glides for me

It glides for me, me, me, me, me

It glides for me

 

Ooh – ooh – ooh – ooh

It glides for me

 

Let’s go! The girl – how fantastic!

What a vibe

To send her to the floor

Scratched, ruined, exhausted, fulfilled

“You are the King of the couch!”

… what she said to me in passing

 

Ooh – ooh – ooh – ooh

I am the King of the couch

 

It glides for me

It glides for me

It glides for me, me, me, me, me

It glides for me

 

Ooh – ooh – ooh – ooh

It glides for me

 

Come on! Worry…

Get concerned… Don’t touch my planet

It’s not today

That the sky will fall on my head

And I’ll have no glue to sniff.

It glides for me

 

Come on! My girl has pulled away, has cleared off

In the end it’s crap, everything’s broken

the sink, the bar leaving me alone

like a big jerk

 

Ooh – ooh – ooh – ooh

I’ve screwed up

 

It glides for me

It glides for me

It glides for me, me, me, me, me

It glides for me

 

Ooh – ooh – ooh – ooh

It glides for me