Mr. President
I'm writing you a note
That you'll surely read
If you have the balls
I just got
A call from my parents
To warn me that the police
Had shown up at their place
I dare not imagine
What my father told them
He, the cops, the priests
And then the military
Really gets on his nerves
Maybe even more than me
Whenever he can chew them out
The old anarchist doesn't hold back
The old anarchist doesn't hold back

So it seems they're looking for me
That France needs me
It's stupid, I'm in Ardèche
It's nice out, don't you think
I'm here with some friends
Funny environmentalists
We have an old shack
We're fixing it up quietly
We're raising goats
We're making jewelry
We can't say we're killing ourselves
Work is not for us
We have plantations
Not huge, three hectares
Of a weed that makes you less stupid
No, it's not Ricard
No, it's not Ricard

Mr. President
I'm a deserter
From your army of idiots
From your flock of jerks
They won't get my skin
They won't touch my hair
I won't salute the flag
I won't march like cattle
I won't go to Germany
To play the fool for twelve months
In a disgusting barracks
With people more stupid than me
I don't like taking orders
I don't like getting up early
I don't like strangling the one-eyed man
More often than necessary
More often than necessary

Then above all what displeases me
Is that I don't like war
And who makes it
Well, it's the military
They're useless, they're ugly
And then they're nasty
Now I'm going to tell you why
I never want to be like them
When the Russians, the Americans
Will blow up the planet
I, I'll look smart
With my bicycle
My too short pants
My rifle, my cap
My ration of Jerusalem artichoke
And my Maginot line
And my Maginot line

So don't bother me
Neither me, nor all my friends
I'll never be a soldier
I don't like the sound of boots
You just have to not worry
And build quietly
Your nuclear power plants
Your crappy submarines
And don't imagine
Mr. President
That I'm being manipulated
By the reds or the whites
I'm just a militant
Of the party of birds
Of whales, of children
Of the earth and water
Of the earth and water

Mr. President
To finish my note
I just wanted to tell you simply
Tonight we're making noodles
At the farm, it's great
If you want, come eat
We'll smoke a joint
And we can talk
We'll smoke a joint
And we can talk

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