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Coffee

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To get the day off to a good start
And to wake myself up, I had a coffee:
A spicy, black Arabica.
Then, I put on my coat, and we're off! Let's hit the road.
 
'Where are you going?' my sweet wife asks,
'Let's grab a coffee, I've just woken up.'
I thought, I'm running a little early anyway,
So, I turn around, and have another coffee!
 
At quarter to eight, the office is still dead
It's a bit boring, to be honest.
But I keep calm

Rue de Nantes

I was walking in the rue de Nantes
When I felt something fall on me
I put my finger on it, it was a dropping
Ah shit, pigeons disappointed me !
To clean it I made a wide gesture
To get rid of that unwanted dye
An old lady got my hand in the face
And fell down in the middle of the street
 
A pigeon dropped on me
There's an old lady in the street
 
It happened in the rue de Nantes
The old lady was lying on the ground
A young cyclist of twenty years old or thirty
Trying to avoid the grandma
Swayed in front of a 38-ton truck
Which crushed him without manners
Then skidded, running over three nuns
And crashed through a big stone wall
 
A pigeon dropped on me
There's an old lady in the street
A cyclist squashed
A truck crashed
 
There were some screams in the rue de Nantes
People were running towards the wild truck
Which had made a breach in the zoo
From where some kangaroos were escaping
The marsupials tried a ruse
Bouncing towards every direction
Chance led them to the floodgate
But as they jumped they blocked the clamp nuts
 
A pigeon dropped on me
There's an old lady in the street
A cyclist squashed
A truck crashed
Fleeing kangaroos
A floodgate all filled up
 
What a mess in the rue de Nantes
The water from the canal overflowed on the quays
It flooded the nearby factory
Which was manufacturing sponges
There, all soaked, they inflated
The walls around gave out
And, bad luck, just behind them was marching
All the Bagad of Lann Bihoué1
 
A pigeon dropped on me
There's an old lady in the street
A cyclist squashed
A truck crashed
Fleeing kangaroos
A floodgate all filled up
Sponges exploding
The Bagad is morose
 
Apocalypse in the rue de Nantes
A hundred and twenty bagpipes started to blow
The noise was close to complete terror
Up to space it was heard
Disoriented, the Ariane rocket
Came crashing down in front of a wood pigeon
Who took off, and God curse him
Chose me again to ease himself on
 
A pigeon dropped on me
There's an old lady in the street
A cyclist squashed
A truck crashed
Fleeing kangaroos
A floodgate all filled up
Sponges exploding
The Bagad is morose
A rocket falling down
Pigeons disgust me
 
A pigeon dropped on me
There's an old lady in the street
A cyclist squashed
A truck crashed
Fleeing kangaroos
A floodgate all filled up
Sponges exploding
The Bagad is morose
A rocket falling down
Pigeons disgust me
I am fed up with pigeons
I detest pigeons
Yes I hate pigeons
Yes I hate pigeons !
 

• 1. a famous Breton band, mainly composed of bagpipes

Raoul my pitbull

But where could Grandma be ?
I've been looking for her all day
I left her on her rocking chair
There was Sevran1 on TV
But I'm worried, her seat is empty
Nobody has seen her in the house
Was she a bit shy
And hid some secret ambitions from us ?
Has she gone to other lands
To taste the delicacies of kings ?
To look for jades on a hot air balloon ?
My oldest son told me 'I don't think so...'
 
It's Raoul my pitbull
Who thought she was appetizing
It's Raoul my pitbull
He's nice but was a stomach !
He likes to play, he's cool
But if he gets a little peckish
He'll swallow you as you come in
It's Raoul my pitbull
 
Well, I must say, I felt weird
To imagine such a carnage
But it's not like we can put him in jail
We'll manage, thanks to the inheritance !
Anyway, she was old
And she won our Scrabble plays
She looked like a sharpei
And her gifts were lame
But I should go and tell Gisèle
She was her mother so...
I think she's wiping the dishes
'Wait Dad there's a problem...'
 
There's Raoul my pitbull
Who thought she was appetizing
There's Raoul my pitbull
He's nice but was a stomach !
He likes to play, he's cool
But if he gets a little peckish
He'll swallow you as you come in
It's Raoul my pitbull
 
Okay but now this is getting annoying
If we can't be relaxed at home
Let's take him to a kennel
And we'll buy a chihuahua
No, the worst thing about this matter
Is that it's dinner time soon
And I don't know what we'll do
Now that your mother got eaten
Go fetch your little sister Anne-Lise
We'll go to a drive-in
'Wait Dad I must tell you...
- Oh well, let me guess...'
 
It's Raoul your pitbull
Who thought she was appetizing
It's Raoul your pitbull
He's nice but was a stomach !
He likes to play, he's cool
But if he gets a little peckish
He'll swallow you as you come in
It's Raoul your pitbull
 
No !
It's Hubert your cocker
Who didn't want to be left out
It's Hubert your cocker
Raoul and him hate each other
He wanted to stay proud
And to have his share
It's normal, he's hot-blooded
It's Hubert your cocker
 
Oh, someone's at the door
Who could it be at this hour ?
- Maybe Mum ? - No, she's dead !
It's the neighbor Mrs Petit.
She said that for hours
She heard terrible screams
Which tore her heart apart
And that she would like to call the cops
- But come in, it's so cold outside
It's much better in the living room
And while we prepare you a cocktail
Raoul will be your companion...
 
It's Raoul our pitbull
Who thought she was appetizing
It's Raoul our pitbull
He's nice but was a stomach !
He likes to play, he's cool
But if he gets a little peckish
He'll swallow you as you come in
It's Raoul our pitbull
 
It's Raoul our pitbull
Who thought she was appetizing
It's Raoul our pitbull
He's nice but was a stomach !
He likes to play, he's cool
But if he gets a little peckish
He'll swallow you as you come in
It's Raoul our pitbull
It's Raoul our pitbull
It's Raoul our pitbull !
 

• 1. French TV host