Marcel, Marcel Can we come around, can we see you right away? Can we come around? It's such a groovy day Marcel, Marcel Meet the oddest creatures with
I packed everything I had in storage Put your picture on my dashboard, bye, bye beach, hello 40 East 3 a.m. I stopped for a burger in Holy Moses, thought
I came out here trying to make a dent trying to soothe my discontent L.A. wasn't worth the rent I was paying You'd love the fall in Tennessee all the
If I were to walk a hundred miles If I were a stranger from another land What would you say, what would you do Would you lend me your hand? Though I
It was noon time, down time, break time Summertime, miller time, anytime She was looking pretty fine A red light, green light, go All fired upside downtown
Third grade, bell rings Kamikazes on the playground swings We teeter-tottered And played on the merry-go-round She had it tough, she didn't have much
Every morning when the sun comes up On the east side, I catch a buzz Lying next to you, roll over, and kiss your cheek Just because And the paper comes
One night in mid December My girlfriend had me over for dinner There was nobody else around Too bad, her mom and dad were out of town We were watchin
When I grow up, I wanna play guitar Sing my songs and go real far I wanna be a country rock star I grew up with the radio on It was AM-FM all day long
I left the West coast watched the palm trees wave goodbye It was a hard drive had to say goodbye to you I stopped for some Coca-Cola and some corn nuts
J'me rappelle de rien J'me rappelle de rien J'me rappelle de rien du tout!
Marcelle is so cruel Marcelle Ratafia Marcelle Ratafia La madonne de la mafia The madonna of the mafia Marcelle Ratafia Marcelle
Monsieur Marcel est fossoyeur Comme il y en a beaucoup ailleurs Mais son sommeil est elastique Il est narcoleptique Il n'est pas rare qu'entre deux mottes
Marcelle t'es comme une fee pour moi Comme celle des compte d'autre fois Marcelle y'a un truc qui cloche pas c'est ton nom (x3) Marcelle t'es comme
Quand il est arrive dans ce pays Ses vieux souliers de cuir prenaient la pluie Il dormait a l'enseigne de la lune Et n'avait qu'un sourire pour seule
N'allez pas Julie, vous rouler dans l'herbe Quand Monsieur l'abbe dejeune au chateau N'allez pas non plus jouer aux proverbes Avec les bergers aux tendres
La musique est de retour Quand tu es la et mes deux bras autour La musique est de retour La melodie la maladie d'amour Tu vas tu viens tu chantes Tu ris
Quand ell' passe avec ses appas, Et qu'on ne la contemple pas, On est un mufle un esprit bas, Un vieux fossile. Mais qu'on la devore des yeux, On est
