Les filles de Camaret [English translation]

The girls of Camaret

They all claiming being virgins,

But when they're in my bed

They prefer my privy parts much better.

But a candle!

Girl from Camaret,

Where's your maidenhead?

It sails on the waves

On a sailor's knob

It's swimming!

My husband, he's gone

Fishing in Spain,

He left me penniless,

But with my little hole

I'm earning some!

The curtains of our bed

Are made of red canvas,

But when we're in it,

Ass- rage takes hold of us,

Everything's shaking!

Oh husband, what are you doing here,

You're drilling my thigh,

You must have to be drunk

For not finding the hole

That pisses!

The Mayor of Camaret

Just bought himself a donkey,

A Republican donkey

To fuck-off the Prussians

Poor donkey!

The priest of Camaret

Has the balls hanging out

And when he gets to sit on them

Those are shoving up his ass

Makes him getting a hard-on.

Celina, if you loved me...

You'd make me noodles

And while I'm eating them

You would tickle on

My bollocks.

On the town square of Camaret

There's the statue of Hercules

And every Sunday morning

The priest and the sacristan

Screw him in the ass.

• Artist:Pierre Perret