Yesterday, at the friends' meeting
Oh la la, I got myself wasted
Damn hangover I got
Pathetic

I only get one like this a year
At the Bastille dinner in the evening
Or on funeral days
Which is rarer

I don't even remember what we were celebrating
But we didn't drink too much herbal tea
This morning I have a heavy cap
On my skull

Drunkard, drunkard
You'd better write me a song
Drunkard, drunkard
That's what my wife tells me
Who likes my songs

Parties like this, they leave you
Memories shaped like scars
Stab wounds in your youth
How sad it is

I never drink too much, but I drink enough
Although sometimes, I spill a lot
In the gutter, in front of the bar
I leave traces

The beer with a dash of bitters, it's formidable
Even the Belgians don't dare to try it
It makes you slide under the table
Like a rat

Drunkard, drunkard
Smoke a joint, you'll look less stupid
Drunkard, drunkard
That's what my mother tells me
Who's always right

I don't always throw up like last night
It's only when I mix drinks
If someone puts water in my Ricard
For example

Boris told me
That last night, I almost started a fight
With fifteen rugby players on a night out
They were lucky

If my friends hadn't held me back
I would have taken them on one by one
I don't like tough guys when I've been drinking
Nor when I'm sober

Drunkard, drunkard
One of these days, you're going to get punched
Drunkard, drunkard
That's what my friends tell me
While giving me chestnuts

I made it home by radar
Kicking parking meters along the way
And cursing at the sidewalks
To make them stop

At home, I woke everyone up
By stubbing my bare foot on a piece of furniture
It hurt all the way to my watch
What a horror

Then, I wanted to repopulate France
Even though France wasn't in agreement
I fell asleep without resistance
Like a sack

Drunkard, drunkard
Get up, it's eight o'clock, I need my bottle
Drunkard, drunkard
That's what my kid tells me
Who has no manners

Drunkard, drunkard
You'd better write me a song
Drunkard, drunkard
That's what my wife tells me
Who likes my songs

Drunkard, drunkard
One of these days, you're going to get punched
Drunkard, drunkard
That's what my friends tell me
While giving me chestnuts

Drunkard, drunkard
Smoke a joint, you'll look less stupid
Drunkard, drunkard
That's what my mother tells me
Who's always right

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