Lulu was selling these canvases
Jacquot was diving into a bistro
Dédé was tasting the wines
Me, I was strong at the markets
And Jéjé was washing the windows
Pierrot was doing nothing

We had emptied our pockets
To buy an old clunker
Flowered on the hood
Who dreamed of Provence
And who died in Fontainebleau

We lit a cigarette and everything lit up
And it was a party, the fourteenth of July
There was never one friend too many
In Jojo's team

There were fewer nights without a guitar than days without bread
We shared everything and we had nothing
How crazy we were, how we didn't care
How good we were

We rented for peanuts
The four walls of an old attic
Ready to collapse
But for a fortune
We would not have moved

We lit a cigarette and everything lit up
And it was a party, the fourteenth of July
There was never one friend too many
In Jojo's team

There were fewer nights without a guitar than days without bread
We shared everything and we had nothing
How crazy we were, how we didn't care
How good we were

Lucien has set sail
And Jacques bought himself a bistro
Where André drinks water
I'm no longer strong at the market
Roger inspects taxes
Pierre is looking for a job

I changed my guitar
But I kept as a gift
This tune that keeps me warm
From the depths of memory
The one from Jojo's team

We lit a cigarette and everything lit up
And it was a party, the fourteenth of July
There was never one friend too many
In Jojo's team

There were fewer nights without a guitar than days without bread
We shared everything and we had nothing
How crazy we were, how we didn't care
How good we were

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