seamusoisin wrote:
He was going to eat hot dogs at Ogunquit...
Sorry! A good part of the song is in French... so for the ones who can appreciate this kind of nice poetry, I made a big effort to translate the first part of the song.
Hopefully it is comprehensible... and not offensive
(I have no idea... I am not accustomed to censure)...
Here we go:
"All the night I ran stuffed at coffee bars
When suddenly Blessed Brother André appears to me
As a result, I benefit from it and I asked him if Ogunquit
Is a good place to eat hot dogs
The miracle-worker agrees, so I cross all the Eastern Township
Towards the US by the famine carried
Arrived at the customs I release a fart that leaves smoke
And all the big police forces laugh like ox laughter
One of the cops with large hairy hands
Curious to see my two beautiful large balls
Give its long ugly fingers the responsibility to submit myself to the excavation
He noses around like a ferret for finally finding in my asshole
A joint which was macerated there
Benefiting from that the ox had the head between my two thighs
I release another fart, and he belches me a police report
And the prison world appeared sudden to me so rural
I was well, love was back
And the oxen sang
ALL I NEED IS A PICK UP TRUCK
A DOG AND A CHAIN SAW
A CHALET ON THE HIGHWAY 87
A SHINY MUSTACHE CUTTER
BULLETS IN MY GUN
AND A HOME DELIVERED BUCKET OF FRIED CHICKEN"