One of those rage nights when I couldn't take it anymore
They picked the lover to tell the story
I set off, crowbar in hand, to fix that insult
For once, let the cuckold speak
For once, let the cuckold speak
I, who roam the provinces
Selling my lightning rods
Turns out my wife's getting laid
With that d*ck Georges Brassens
I paid him a visit brimming with courtesy
While he was hiding between two showers
His pipe all soaked, his moustache perverse
He was shaking with fear and I with jealousy
He was shaking with fear and I with jealousy
I busted down his front gate right away
He who, knowingly, had done the same
To the backside of the woman I love
Whom I'd been draping in pearls since our wedding
Whom I'd been draping in pearls since our wedding
I, who roam the provinces
Selling my lightning rods
Turns out my wife's getting laid
With that d*ck Georges Brassens
That scumbag wasn't wrong, sure, I made the mistake
Of not putting up a proper d*ck-guard
Woodwork aside, here's the reason
I trusted you, oh roof of my home
I trusted you, oh roof of my home
I wouldn't give him the honor of blaming Venus
Who carved me horns out of the wood of his pipe
He's the one I lynched, hanging by his briefs
From that favorite tree he sang about nonstop
From that favorite tree he sang about nonstop
I, who roam the provinces
Selling my lightning rods
Turns out my wife's getting laid
With that d*ck Georges Brassens
I may have buried him, yet I hear him louder than ever
In the café concerts, his little heirs
Never stop singing how he cuckolded me
My revenge has failed, the d*ck is immortal
My revenge has failed, the d*ck is immortal
I, who roam the provinces
Selling my lightning rods
Me, I sing everywhere that my wife's getting laid
With that d*ck Georges Brassens