Tututu-tutu

And there's the little old lady from the ground floor
And her little mean dog
There's the dancer and her little butt
Who comes home late at night
There's the divorced family man
Who talks to me about his children
And there are the neighbors from above
Who make noise

I'm not going to bang a broom
On my ceiling
I'm not going to start yelling
Like a poor idiot
I won't talk about it to the Syndic'
And I'll never call the cops
I continue to believe that it's enough for me
To stay polite
To be understood

There's the student who's a fan of Tryo
Who orders pizzas
There's Marie-Claude who's unemployed
Soon on RMA
There are two other guys in a studio
Apparently, they don't get along
And there are the big jerks from above
Who think they're Metallica

I'm not going to bang a broom
On my ceiling
I'm not going to start yelling
Like a poor idiot
I won't talk about it to the Syndic'
And I'll never call the cops
I continue to believe that it's enough for me
To stay nice
To be understood
Tututu-tututu

There's the little old lady who's too made up
Who doesn't like how I dress
There's the dancer in a little outfit
Who comes to borrow some salt from me
There's the family man who reads me the mail
That he receives from his daughters
And there are the big assholes from above
Who think they're Jacques Brel

There's the student who's a fan of java
Who eats Kebabs
Marie-Claude who doesn't know that I saw her
Digging in the trash
In their studio, there are the two guys
Who argue in Arabic
And there are these assholes
Of intermittent who make a mess

Two nights that I bang a broom
On my ceiling
Twice that I find myself yelling
Like a poor idiot
But this time, I'm going to get angry
I don't see why I should let it happen
When you have to go, well, you have to go
There's no more pity, now, it's going to get messy

Two nights that I bang a broom
On my ceiling
Twice that I find myself yelling
Like a poor idiot
But this time, I'm going to get angry
I don't see why I should let it happen
When you have to go, well, you have to go
There's no more pity (shit)
Now, it's going to get messy
Tututu-tututu

There's the little old lady, there's the dancer
The family man, there's the student
There's Marie-Claude, there are the two guys

There's the little old lady, there's the dancer
The family man, there's the student
There's Marie-Claude, there are the two guys (tututu)

There's the little old lady, there's the dancer
The family man, there's the student

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