It was a little firefighter
Who was called Pin-pon
Who spent his days
Polishing his damn con
Who spent his days
Polishing his truck

Polishing and scrubbing
With an old rag
The copper of the handles
And the hood
Damn con
The copper of the handles
The vermilion hood

To extinguish the fires
Of the thickets, the bushes
He hesitated a bit
Fearing for
Damn con
He hesitated a bit
Fearing for his truck

At the time when the sappers
Bravely went to the front
He deserted the flames
The embers and the
Damn con
He deserted the flames
The embers and the coals

To go and shine
The golden tip of his
So long leather hose
Coiled in a circle
Damn con
So long leather hose
At the back of the truck

This polishing firefighter
Who was called Pin-pon
Lived right in the heart
Of a little village
Damn con
Lived right in the heart
Of the Luberon mountains

Met a lady
Who had fire in her ass
Declared his flame to her
Offered her his
Damn con
Declared his flame to her
And offered her his name

This pretty siren
Who attracted the boys
With her full hips
And her smile
Damn con
With her full hips
Her very small round breasts

Answered the firefighter
Oh, my pretty Pin-pon
Polish your handles
Shine your tip
Damn con
Polish your handles
Your long golden tip

It ended without hate
Without the slightest passion
And the pretty siren
Left making
Damn con
And the pretty siren
Left making "pin-pon"

Incendiary moral
If you meet a cannon
If she has fire in her behind
If you want to attract her
Into the bushes
Damn con
Better have some balls
Damn con
Better have some balls

Than a pretty truck

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