Mon amoureux [English translation]

I beg you my Dadda, if I bring at some point

My lover to ours

Don't give him a headbutt, a slap, a kick

Don't make him eat nails

Don't set fire to his bike that will be parked downstairs

Don't call him "microb", he's bigger than you

Don't tell him he's ugly and has greasy hair

Don't pick his pocket, he does not smoke

Don't worry Daddy, my lover, you'll love him

He only listens to Brassens and you

He's not a top of the class

He's much more handsome

It looks like it's you in your old photos

You were afraid I'd bring you back a little posh idiot

He's only got a big wool sweater

No earring in his nose and not even a jacket

He's a pretty normal looking guy

First of all, you have to fall for my Gypsy

He loves the rain and the wind

He loves René Fallet and he fly fishes

And on top of that he's Protestant

Don't worry Daddy, my lover, you'll love him

He has Guevara tattooed on his arm

Regarding drugs, no worries

He's only addicted to me

He plays the guitar, he likes cats

Don't worry Daddy, my lover, you'll love him

He reads books that you wouldn't understand

He doesn't do sports

But in the championship

He only likes Lens and Marseille like you

He's last in gym, always first in writing

He draws, it looks like Hugo Pratt

In two years time he wants to go to Niger

Work for Doctors Without Borders

Don't worry about the army, he wants to be a rebel

I even told him we'd hide him

I’ll get rid of my Marsupilami teddybears

There's a little place under my bed

Don't worry Daddy, my lover, you'll love him

In arm wrestling he's as bad as you

Don't worry, you’ll love him

For at least

A week or a month like me

• Artist:Renaud
• Album:À la belle de mai