LYRICS GAME

Fill in the lyric gaps as you listen to the song
I don't need you
To put my clothes away
Leave, you're in my way
Said the old woman, jumping
Feet together on her suitcase
She looked like Popeye
She still had
The suppleness of bees
And with a determined step
Toward Saint-Lazare station
While we pretended
To cry at her leaving
She walked off cheerfully
Luggage in hand
With two or three stops
To hold her back
I don't need you
She told the conductor
To carry my suitcase
It'll take me fifteen minutes
The home is in the suburbs
They say it's a castle
Where the old play Scrabble
And Ludo
I can't stand that
You get it, sir
I only like westerns
With loads of gunshots
I saw fourteen times
The Hellish Ride
I'd happily tell you about it
But we've arrived
I don't need you
She told the nurse
To unfold my sheets
Leave me, I've got things to do
Then from her suitcase
Out of sight
She pulled out twenty bottles
Of a famous plonk
She went down to the lounge
Where old men and women
Were playing Ludo
While scratching their ears
Good evening, ladies and gents
My name's Fanchon
Would one of you happen to have
A corkscrew
I don't need you
She asked the doctor
Lifting toward him
Her third glass of wine
While the old folks
Around the clock
Sang in four-part harmony
"Dudule's big d*ck"
And we saw this sight
Oh so delightful
Of eighty dodderers
Leaving the place
To rake through
The country's nursing homes
Snatching from death
Startled dying men
I don't need you
She told the priest
Who at an old man's bedside
Was wearing himself out praying
You can see this
Corpse isn't dead
If he doesn't breathe anymore
He still has a h*rd-on though
A little w*nk
Will get him back on his feet
Like a crank turn
On an old Juvaquatre
The priest, appalled
Fell with arms spread
He was still breathing
But he wasn't hard
I don't need you
All the old folks blared
Whenever a deputy
Wanted to deal with them
'Cause you didn't know how
To look after us
Back when we still had
Faith in you
Any means will do
To reach the dome
If crabs could vote
You'd have the pox
As unproductive people
We won't produce
One more fool
At the head of the state
I don't need you
She told the necrophage
Who shoved her into the ghetto
Of the third age
Filthy technocrat
Who invented that phrase
From the height of my disdain
Piece of sh*t, f*ck you
It's the first time
I've said a swear word
And while pouring herself
A small glass of port
She gave the finger
She looked like Popeye
She still had
The suppleness of bees