No problem, the suburbs can sleep peacefully
Not much will happen in its dark alleys
Tonight the cursed son of the big dormitory cities
Has left for Paris in his Simca 1000

There's going to be blood on the city walls
So stop laughing, charming Elvire
There's a kind of dog, an old lone wolf
Heading towards Paris, his name: Gérard Lambert

Lambert is a hero so he can't die
With him it's the return of the great adventure
The one that makes you scream, the one that makes you shiver
In the night, in the wind and in the cold

He's cool, relaxed at the wheel of his car
He's listening to Capdevielle on his car radio
Musically he especially loves the lyrics
Although sometimes he finds it's not intellectual enough

Through the windshield, only one wiper works
He sees the rain falling on the ring road
He missed the exit, he's in the Bois de Boulogne
He's completely lost in this evil place

He starts to panic and especially gets angry
He had a date in Paris with a girl
If he arrives late, he's lost the deal
The last thing he needs is to be stopped by the cops

It's been an hour now that he's lost in the night
Here comes the fog, it's normal, it's winter
For the atmosphere of the song, we need bad weather
We need a sordid climate like in war movies

In the glow of the headlights, suddenly
He sees a silhouette passing by the side of the road
Finally a human being, he thinks to himself
I'm going to ask my way to this lost soul

He stops his Simca 1000 next to a wooden tree
And on foot in the night under the unceasing rain
He plunges into the forest, following the girl
Because it's a girl, he's sure, his instinct doesn't deceive him

She's young, she's beautiful, all dressed in red
Her hair streaming over her angelic face
Good God, Lambert thinks, little red riding hood
I'm a lone wolf, what do I do, do I eat her

He already imagines in the girl's basket
The little pot of butter for grandmother and the pancake
Bad luck, she had in her lace basket
Two poor little madeleines and half a baguette

OK, you come darling, for you it'll be ten bags
At these words, Lambert smelled a bit of a scam
He smashed the head of this creature
And went off into the night for other adventures

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