Saturday night, we're out
We entrusted the kid
To the chick next door
The neighbor

We told her "you can eat"
There are eggs in the fridge
You can watch TV
There's Drucker

Don't answer the phone
Unless we call you
And especially don't open the door to anyone
If they ring

If the little one makes a fuss
You tell her a story
If she's thirsty, you give her a drink
But not too much

Baby-sitting blues, baby-sitting blues
It's the blues of mom-dad
Who leave and can't handle it
It's the blues of dad-mom
The fire in the apartment
This and that

The neighbor is a student
But she's still nice
She's preparing a thesis on Kant
She'll let me read it

She brought up her stuff
Her glasses and her school bag
Put her big dictionary
On the table

It didn't have many pictures
The kid didn't like it
She tore out all the pages
Without rushing

It was off to a bad start
Between the older and the younger
They weren't really on
The same trip

Baby-sitting blues, baby-sitting blues
It's the blues of mom-dad
Who leave and can't handle it
It's the blues of dad-mom
Who are bored at the restaurant
And it shows

The little one wanted to eat
The student tells her, "okay
I'll make you a mashed potato
With ham"

My daughter said, "it has fat"
She threw the plate on the floor
It's normal, she doesn't like fat
She only likes her father

And your mashed potato, it's poop
I want an omelette with eggs
And a big glass of Coke
Or even two

The babysitter, exasperated
Gives her a Choco BN
A not very sweet yogurt
And a donut

Baby-sitting blues, baby-sitting blues
It's the blues of mom-dad
Who leave and can't handle it
It's the blues of dad-mom
Who are worried while waiting
For the end of the meal

The older one is about to crack
She already doesn't want any more kids
Collapses in front of the TV
Not for long

My kid comes in crying
Wants to watch a tape now
The one with the Smurfs and their happiness
Sickening

And then someone tells her a story
Where there are wolves
A princess and then a monster
And that's it

The babysitter agrees
But only after Drucker
The kid punches her
From behind

Baby-sitting blues, baby-sitting blues
It's the blues of mom-dad
Who leave and can't handle it
It's the blues of dad-mom
Who wonder if when they come back
It will be okay

Saturday night, it was fine
We panicked for nothing
The little one had done well
Rather well

She was reading in her room
"The Critique of Pure Reason"
Found it almost as funny
As Ben-Hur

The older one was sleeping like a log
We had to wake her up
By throwing buckets of water
Very cold

She left staggering
And it cost me ten bags
Babysitters now
What a rip-off

Baby-sitting blues, baby-sitting blues
It's the blues of mom-dad
Who leave and can't handle it
It's the blues of dad-mom
The fire in the apartment
This and that

Baby-sitting blues, baby-sitting blues
It's the blues of mom-dad
Who leave and can't handle it
It's the blues of dad-mom
The fire in the apartment
This and that

It wasn't me who set the apartment on fire
It's this and that

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