They drink espresso or a little white wine
They look for a fight and for work often
They raise their fists, they move, they protest
They go out every Saturday to spend their dough
Chili in the mess tins and wine in the cans
From Laguiole to Opinel, they share the sausages
We're all brothers, according to the declarations
We must never forget them
The three words that end in té
They make olive oil and chicken couscous
At the bar, in Marseille
A girl's breasts are beautiful
They 'camembert' the Chinese, they frizz at the Bastille
Chili in the mess tins and wine in the cans
From Laguiole to Opinel, they share the sausages
We're all brothers, according to the declarations
We must never forget them
The three words that end in té
They swallow their Vichy and they Dreyfus the joy
Jean Moulin Rouge too, Pierre Bérégovoy
Its freedom of the press isn't just an impression
Most often they O.S. at Renault, at 'Citron'
Chili in the mess tins and wine in the cans
From Laguiole to Opinel, they share the sausages
We're all brothers, according to the declarations
We must never forget them
Those three words end in té
They police plenty, they beat you up again
It heats up in the dance halls, I'm heading back to the casbah
It jams on the ring roads, it still prowls at night
It makes hieroglyphs, it makes babies
Chili in the mess tins and wine in the cans
From Laguiole to Opinel, they share the sausages
We're all brothers, according to the declarations
We must never forget them
The three words end in té
Chili in the mess tins and wine in the cans
From Laguiole to Opinel, they share the sausages
We're all brothers, according to the declarations
We must never forget them
Those three words end in té