I'm the ticket puncher of Lilas
The guy you pass by and don't look at
There's no sun underground
Strange cruise
To kill boredom, I have in my jacket
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And in this book, it's written
That some guys are having a good time in Miami
While I'm playing the fool
At the bottom of the cellar
They say there's no stupid job
I, I make holes in tickets

I make holes, little holes, more little holes
Little holes, little holes, always little holes
Second class holes
First class holes
I make holes, little holes, more little holes
Little holes, little holes, always little holes
Little holes, little holes
Little holes, little holes

I'm the ticket puncher of Lilas
For Invalides, change at Opera
I live in the heart of the planet
I have in my head
A carnival of confetti
I bring it even to my bed
And under my earthenware sky
I only see the connections shining
Sometimes I dream, I wander
I see waves
And in the fog at the end of the platform
I see a boat coming to get me

To get me out of this hole where I make holes
Little holes, little holes, always little holes
But the boat leaves
And I see that I'm derailing
And I stay in my hole making little holes
Little holes, little holes, always little holes
Little holes, little holes
Little holes, little holes

I'm the ticket puncher of Lilas
Arts-and-crafts, direct by Levallois
I'm fed up, I've had enough
Of this cesspool
I would like to play the air girl
Leave my cap in the cloakroom
A day will come, I'm sure
Where I can escape into nature
I'll leave on the open road
And whatever the cost
And if for me, there is no more time
I will leave feet first

I make holes, little holes, more little holes
Little holes, little holes, always little holes
There's enough to go crazy
Enough to take a gun
Make a hole, a little hole, a last little hole
A little hole, a little hole, a last little hole
And they'll put me in a big hole
And I won't hear about holes anymore, never again holes
Little holes, little holes, little holes

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