Lying under the waves
The sun in our eyes
Far from the beach's cries
Where joyful people play

Insignificant children
Pimply idiots
Readers of France Soir
And dangerous dogs

We are good together
So good that it almost
Takes a bitter unhappy person
To throw a bucket of water on us

Lying under the waves
Is the name of my song
The dumber it is, the better it goes
On television

It was sunny
Or he was biking
I saw her just like
Marylin Garbo

Straight out of a watercolor
In her checkered shirt
She was more than beautiful
I was not just handsome

She was biking, fickle
In the dunes, superb
Scented with Eau Sauvage
And it doesn't smell like crap

Devoured by the clouds
Is the name of my poem
The dumber it is, the better it goes
On FM radios

On my surfboard
I was cutting through the foam
Sweating like an ox
But well, I had a cold

I was muscled like a
Friend of Marlon Brando
Who's not in the photo
But is very well muscled

When she saw me so handsome
Like a stone she
Fell off her bike
And started laughing

Chased by crabs
Is the name of my ballad
The dumber it is, the better it goes
In lousy clubs

I told her: Sweetie
Come join me in the water
Once you're in, it's good
What talent! What nerve!

In a second she put on
Her studded Prisunic thong
And dove into the wave
And the plastic bags

Since then we love each other
Like birds love
Oysters, fish
And pedal boats

What nonsense one must sing
Such distressing crap
To hope to enter
The Top Fifty one day

What nonsense one must sing
Such edifying crap
To hope to enter
The Top 50 one day

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