There's one who's really impatient
It's the chick who's going on vacation
Tomorrow she's going to pitch her tent
On a beach on the edge of France
She's packing her stuff, annoyed
She's bustling, she's busy, she's panicking
And then the time she's not screwed
She dreams of a great exotic love
She took a neck warmer, a sweater
Her yellow dress a little torn
A frozen fish, pliers
Her cardboard suitcase is going to crack
She's still happy to be happy
She managed to fold her tent

First day of hellish vacation
The chick wanted to have a blast
She took a windsurfing lesson
Even the board almost drowned
Chick drank half of the sea
Then she hurt her knee
And all the oil from Finistère
Ended up in her big soft hair
She went to shower at the campsite
Then she started to freak out
Because of the white marks under her thong
And the rest of her skin all burned
She's still furious to be angry
There's less risk with nuclear

Interesting verse
She anoints, she rubs, she ointments
With monoï and Nivea cream
She doesn't want her little body to degrade
Because tonight she's going to Macumba
A squirt of opium to smell good
On the neck and behind the arms
A brush stroke to redo her bun
She's ready to fall for Travolta
She hesitates the yellow dress or the tartan
Tights, socks or stockings
What will be the most practical if she has sex
What will freak out the other girls
She's still surprised to be surprised
In front of the capacity of her suitcase

Finally she dresses up as a chick
As the Madonna of agricultural machines
After five hours she's finally ready
But the box is closed, bad luck
So she's going to eat a pizza
With ham and at the shopping center
And she sobs thinking about me
Which is completely immoral
A grunt who was watering the pin
Comes to give her a grotesque compliment
Like you're as beautiful as something that shines
She falls in love with him right away
She's still disappointed to be sad
Not to fall on a paratrooper

Verse, uh, pathetic
They get eaten by mosquitoes
All night under the tent on the beach
In the morning they have a little picnic
A sandwich with ants and cheese
So with a wooden stick
They write their names in the sand
She draws a heart and he a liver
Then they look at the miserable horizon
She goes to get him cigarettes
To the village ten miles on foot it's long
When she comes back he has made sneakers
By stealing her cardboard suitcase
Inside there were her dresses and her money
Her papers, pliers, a fish
Her vacation is screwed for good
She should have been a little more careful and that's all

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