I'm a little guy, a plumber roofer
I work forty-eight hours with my hands
And I wait for Sundays to come
To take out my pretty Maimain'
(to take out my tall Germain')
Or another one, it comes back to the same
But I prefer Maimain' anyway
To whom one passionate day I said
If we were going for a walk, darling

CHORUS
At Joinville le Pont
Pon! Pon!
Both of us will go
Ron! Ron!
To watch the dancing
At Gégène's
If the heart says so
Say say
We can also
Yes yes
Start dancing
At Gégène's;

By the water, there are fishermen
And in the Marne, there are swimmers
You see people who don't eat mussels
Or fries if they don't like mussels
We eat with our fingers, it's better
It's only the beautiful girls that we eat with our eyes
Under the awnings, we eat ice cream
And in the Marne, we drink the cup
TO THE CHORUS

And when the night falls at nine o'clock
There are no more fishermen, no more swimmers
There are no more beautiful girls under the branches
There are only peels left
Maimain' tells me, my feet hurt
On my bike, I have to take her back
But from Monday, I think about Saturday
When Saturday comes, it speaks to me.
TO THE CHORUS

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