A keresés eredménye

Asked my girlfriend

We will set some roots somewhere?
At Saguenay or in Côte-Nord? 1
We will stop at some point?
Asked me bluntly my dear half
Think about it
Are you for real?
 
I have worms in my ass
And ants in my legs
Just from thinking about it, don't you know?
Even such that I get butterflies in my stomach
Some times I'm looking for a crib to buy
The next day for a one way ticket to anywhere
I'm as stable as a puff of meth
I change my mind more often than I change underwear
 
What will you do if we are broke?
Will yo go back to work?
Asked my girlfriend
And me to answer back :
Think about it,
Are you for real?
 
It's been fifteen years since I held a shovel
And it won't be tomorrow the next time
I would be ready to do many petty things
Even returning to selling faith
But in the mean time I sing songs
I'm a man-orchestra at home
And if I absolutly must
Well I return to sing, in the metro 2
To hell the mortgages in 25 years
Should we sell everything and get the fuck out of here? 3
 
What will you do if I get wrinkles?
What will you do if I get a belly?
Asked my girlfriend
And me to answer back :
Think about it,
Are you for real?
 
Stop drinking and you won't get a belly
Stop laughing and you won't get wrinkles
But it's written in crow's feet that you have fun
In your extra pounds that life is great
Who gives a fuck, are you for real?
You're much cuter when you're happy!
Much more than botoxed, with your fingers in the bottom
Of your throat
 
Take on more REER than debts
But what is your plan for retirement?
Asked my girlfriend
And me to answer back :
Think about it,
Are you for real?
 
My retirement is already done
Twelve years in BC 4
Everyday is like saturday
Removing your shoes every day in 'i' 5
And why not also sunday
And with eight years in China
Never had to rise up early
To have a retirement
I'd have to start by even once working
 
To hell with the REER in 25 years 6
Why don't we sell everything and get the fuck out?
 
Why don't we make some kids?
Are you game to start our family?
Asked my girlfriend
And me to answer back :
Think about it,
Are you for real?
 
If a cat doesn't bear pups
It would make for some strange birds
Probably like me an iron-cast child
We'll give ourself some serious worries 7
If the apple never falls far from the tree
Hey! priest we are in deep shit
When you're named Father Tremblay
It does bode well, to be padré
 
Should we grab some land to put our seeds?
A small farm, accountable to none?
Asked my girlfriend
And me to answer back :
Think about it,
Are you for real?
 
I don't think I'm at that point
A lil' redneck return to the land
A good ol' tractor to beat
And a good amount of 4x4 scraps!
It seems to me like it would be crazy
I would finally sharpen my Stihl
To make my own wood.
Cuz' I'm more Stihl, than Husqvarna
 
To hell the plans for in 25 years
You won't see me get out of my land
 

• 1. Two regions in québec. The former is remote and where the singer was born, the second is around Québec's metropolis
• 2. the metro is the name of montréal's subway were you can find some buskers
• 3. 'crisser son camp' means to get the fuck out of somewhere, but slightly less vulgar
• 4. British Columbia, province in Canada
• 5. Every day but sunday ends with an 'i' in french : lundi, mardi, mercredi, jeudi, vendredi, samedi, dimanche
• 6. Broadly speaking, a reer is a tax free retirement bank account in Canada
• 7. litteraly : we'll give ourselves pig's blood. We'll give ourself a reason to worry