You know you look a bit like James Dean
The way he would have looked if he hadn't been handsome
You're built like a kitchen cabinet
Heart in the drawer, right next to the knife
When I see your huge frame appearing on my horizon
Your immense carcass of a lost big dog
I say, here comes Loulou, the flower of the brawl
Here comes the human beast, here comes the other nutcase
I say "Hi Georges," you don't really like that
You want to be called by your thug nickname
The one you had when you were less fat
A bit younger, and less stupid especially

You took hits when you were little
You gave a lot too
Now you mostly gain a belly
You get wrinkles, Loulou

With your broken nose, you show off to all the guys
You say you were a boxer, it impresses
I know it comes from a stroller accident
I got it from your little sister, who I'm friends with
She told me everything, your sister Ginette
Your life, your youth, the stupid things you did
I know your record, it's not really clean
But it's still not that of a deputy
You were a small-time crook, you made your way
Stop it Loulou, that was ten years ago
In the meantime, you had your wife and two kids
Come on, have a beer, and give me a smoke

You took hits when you were little
You gave a lot too
Now you mostly gain a belly
You get wrinkles, Loulou

Today you only have your face left and it's big
It's not as handsome anymore, but you don't care
There are still kids who think you're a gang leader
Still girls who like your crazy eyes
You sweet-talk them with so much charm
That I suspect you believe your own nonsense
You say you've done everything, that you've been everywhere
Hey, I didn't even see you, and I was there too
But tell me Loulou, you've gained weight again
Oh no, it's muscle, excuse me, I forgot
That you do bodybuilding with your buddy Rocky
To stay in shape between two binges

You took hits when you were little
You gave a lot too
Now you mostly gain a belly
You get wrinkles, Loulou

You're the king of schemes and bogus plans
Come on, tell me about your next scam
Did you find another sucker
A new hustle to fill your pockets?
You're looking for a stick, just that, you're in high spirits
To buy a batch of faded blue jeans
That you hope to sell for at most a hundred bucks
Be nice Loulou, set one aside for me
Well, I see you're starting to get lit
If you want, I'll stop making fun of you
You know I'm not better than you with my thirty years
You and me together, we're still alone

You took hits when you were little
I didn't give many
Now you mostly gain a belly
I'm gaining one too, Loulou

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