I beg you, my Papou, if I bring one of these days
My lover to our home
Don't give him a headbutt, a punch, a kick
Don't make him eat nails
Don't set fire to his moped that will be parked downstairs
Don't call him "microbe", he's taller than you
Don't tell him he's ugly and that his hair is greasy
Don't search his pockets, he doesn't smoke

Don't worry Dad, you'll love my boyfriend
He only listens to Brassens and you
He's not a top of the class
He's much more handsome
He looks like you in your old photos

You were afraid I'd bring you a little Chevignon jerk
He only has a big wool sweater
No earring in his nose and not even a jacket
He's pretty normal in his looks
First of all, you're bound to fall for my Gypsy
He loves the rain and the wind
He likes René Fallet and he fly fishes
And besides, he's Protestant

Don't worry Dad, you'll love my boyfriend
He has Che Guevara tattooed on his arm
No problem with drugs
He's only addicted to me
He plays the guitar, he loves cats

Don't worry Dad, you'll love my boyfriend
He reads books you wouldn't understand
He doesn't do sports
Still, in the championship
He only likes Lens and Marseille like you

He's last in gym, always first in writing
He draws, it looks like Hugo Pratt
In two years he wants to go to Niger
Work for Doctors Without Borders
Don't worry about the army, he wants to be a draft dodger
I even told him we'd hide him
By removing all my stuffed animals, my Marsupilami
There's a little space under my bed

Don't worry Dad, you'll love my boyfriend
He's as bad at arm wrestling as you
Don't worry, you'll love him
For at least
A week or a month like me

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