Comme elle n'aime pas beaucoup la solitude
Cependant que je pêche et que je m'ennoblis
Ma femme sacrifie à sa vieille habitude
De faire, à tout venant, les honneurs de mon lit
De faire, à tout venant, les honneurs de mon lit

Eh, oui, je suis cocu, j'ai du cerf sur la tête
On fait force de trous dans ma lune de miel
Ma bien-aimée ne m'invite plus à la fête
Quand elle va faire un tour jusqu'au septième ciel
Quand elle va faire un tour jusqu'au septième ciel

Au péril de mon cœur, la malheureuse écorne
Le pacte conjugal et me le déprécie
Que je ne sache plus où donner de la corne
Semble bien être le cadet de ses soucis
Semble bien être le cadet de ses soucis

Les galants de tout poil viennent boire en mon verre
Je suis la providence des écornifleurs
On cueille dans mon dos la tendre primevère
Qui tenait le dessus de mon panier de fleurs
Qui tenait le dessus de mon panier de fleurs

En revenant fourbu de la pêche à la ligne
Je les surprends tout nus dans leurs débordements
Conseillez-leur le port de la feuille de vigne
Ils s'y refuseront avec entêtement
Ils s'y refuseront avec entêtement

Souiller mon lit nuptial, est-c' que ça les empêche
De garder les dehors de la civilité?
Qu'on me demande au moins si j'ai fait bonne pêche
Qu'on daigne s'enquérir enfin de ma santé
Qu'on daigne s'enquérir enfin de ma santé

De grâce, un minimum d'attentions délicates
Pour ce pauvre mari qu'on couvre de safran
Le cocu, d'ordinaire, on le choie, on le gâte
On est en fin de compte un peu de ses parents
On est en fin de compte un peu de ses parents

À l'heure du repas, mes rivaux détestables
Ont encor ce toupet de lorgner ma portion
Ça leur ferait pas peur de s'asseoir à ma table
Cocu, tant qu'on voudra, mais pas amphitryon
Cocu, tant qu'on voudra, mais pas amphitryon

Partager sa moitié, est-c' que cela comporte
Que l'on partage aussi la chair et la boisson?
Je suis presque obligé de les mettre à la porte
Et bien content s'ils n'emportent pas mes poissons
Et bien content s'ils n'emportent pas mes poissons

Bien content qu'en partant ces mufles ne s'égarent
Pas à mettre le comble à leur ignominie
En sifflotant "il est cocu, le chef de gare"
Parce que, le chef de gar', c'est mon meilleur ami
Parce que, le chef de gar', c'est mon meilleur ami


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