We went up by the 131 north
Did 40 miles on gravel roads
On the back seat, the Talbot brothers
Slept like marmots
While we were looking for Uncle Hector's shack

An old shack with a broken roof
Stuffed with mice, insects and spider webs
It wasn't even mixed, there was even a bird's nest in the sink
And the floor was scattered with bird droppings

It's going to be good tonight in Hector's shack (yes, sir)
Open the suitcase and take out the strong bottles
And if ever your liver decides to be sick
Make sure you don't do it in the salad dish

When I went into the bedroom
(I was going to take a little power nap)
I found a hairy guy sprawled out (hello?) (Ah, hello)
He told us he had escaped from Port-Cartier prison
Who was hiding here and his name was Roger
(Well, I'm cousin Karl) (I'm Roger)

So we told him "come and toast in the kitchen"
"What's better than a big beer and a good plot of beans?"
We ate in silence in front of the calendar of naked women
Miss January showing us her butt

It's going to be good tonight in Hector's shack (very good, very good)
Open the suitcase and take out the strong bottles (you didn't drink my Jack Daniels?)
And if ever your liver decides to be sick
Don't count on us to play nurse

We started to take a solid hit
And that's how the empty bottles piled up
While our new buddy Roger was telling us salty stories
Well, we were laughing our heads off

The more the evening went on, the more we were drunk
Even the big Talbot was as drunk as a barrel
It wasn't long before we found him on all fours in nature
Arguing with his vomit

It's going to be good tonight in Hector's shack
Open the suitcase and take out the strong bottles
And if ever your liver decides to be sick
Plug your nose
And go for a little walk

In the early morning, Talbot was recovering from his hangover
He had been locked in the 'toilet' for an hour
When he came out, he told us "if you go to the 'toilet'"
"I advise you to light a match"

We realized that Roger had pushed off
With our car, our clothes, our money and our keys
Fortunately, he took care to leave us three or four six-packs
That we're going to drink tonight, well crushed in the shack

It's going to be good tonight in Hector's shack
Open the suitcase and take out the strong bottles
And the moral of this charming story (the moral?)
Who drinks too strong comes back without his car
(I think we're coming back on foot, that must be it, there) (yeah)

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