Lyric that will give a song away (Verse 2)

Driver's got names to fill two double barrels

He spits out "Brits Out"

Only smokes Carroll's

Listen to the music, shuffle up your feet

Listen to the music of the fatty beat

Limée, ruinée, vidée, comblée

"You are the king of the divan!"

Qu'elle me dit en passant (hou-hou-oou-oou!)

I am the king of the divan

A friend of mine she cries at night and she calls me on the phone. Sees babies everywhere she goes and she wants one of her own. She's waited long enough she says, and still he can't decide. Pretty soon she'll have to choose and it tears her up inside.

We all play the games

and when we dare

Clowns to the left of me ,

Jokers to the right

Tell my mama and tell my pa

That their fine young son didn't get far