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