LYRICS GAME

I had a button without a buttonhole, a silkworm

Half a pair of clown shoes and a soul in pawn

A Hispano Olivetti with cavities, a train running late

An Atleti card, a face like a glass's a*s

A private school, a compass, a brazier table

An Adam's apple, or Adam's bite, minus a rib

A diabetic bike, a cumulus, a cirrus, a stratus

A camel from King Balthazar, a she-cat without a tom

My Annie Hall, my Gioconda, my Wendy

Ladies first

My Cantinflas, my snowball, my three musketeers

My Tintin, my yo-yo, my bluing, my seven of cups

The hallway where I stripped you without taking off your clothes

My hideout, my treble clef, my wristwatch

An Ali Baba lamp inside a top hat

I didn't know that the spring lasted one second

I wanted to write the most beautiful song in the world

I wanted to write the song

I present to you my bastard grandfather

My single wife

The godfather that sponsored me in the Foreign Legion

My twin brother, patron of the roaming merch

Sinbad the sailor that had a singer nephew

My sl*t cousin Carlota and her sausage dog

My chain-mail jacket against misfortune

Butterflies that kids with pimples hunt in dreams

When they dream that they embrace the Venus de Milo without hands

I got rid of the idiot percent, of the business tale

Teaching classes in a swan-song academy

With Simon of Cyrene I took a tour of Mount Calvary

What would you do if Adelita ran off with a commissioner?

Facing the Cape of Little Hope I lowered my flag

If I get out of sight, wait for me on the waiting list

I inherited a bottle of rum from a dying clochard

I forgot the lesson on the way back from a deep coma

I could never sing in one go

The song of the sea's drool, of lightning in the vein

Of the tears to cry when it's worth it

Of the pregnant page in the belly

Of a globetrotting pad

Of the drop of ink in the anthem of the wrathful

I wanted to write the most beautiful song in the world