With what's-his-name, his brother and his mates
On Saturday mornings, at the Subway café
We have got a meeting with 2 or 3 other guys
And until 10pm...
Well! We feel down, we feel down.
There is no one of all that lot, you imagine
Who has a girlfriend or who brings his sister.
It does not prevent us from dreaming of strip poker
And, (drinking) coffee after coffee...
Well! We feel down, we feel down.
To each his turn!
There is one who arrives at midday
Apologizing from being late
Looking like "you understood me".
We do not ask any question.
Anyway, why should we ask any
Since it is the same phoney story
We all tell a few things approximately?
Hey guys! I've pulled a girl!
Super beautiful! I don't tell you!
And then in bed, festival! Ooh la la!
Only in the morning, enamoured, I love you.
You see the type! So, you love me, don't you?
But I've got a date with mates at the café.
What's going on, Dédé? You don't believe me?
And not because you never do, that we don't either.
So guys, what are we doing? Table football? Pinball?
The community center has opened again.
This year, they may organise disco parties.
Us, we boycott those things, on principle.
We stay each other between mates...
And we feel down, we feel down.
When the bar owner tells us "Guys, it is time!"
And, on the pavement, with our motorcycles
We remain together, to have one last cigarette
Before going back to our old folks...
We feel down, we feel down.
It is Sunday evening, and I think that, for 2 days
The others must have thought I would keep on making love.
Let's say that I am there, lying... Flu struck.
Meanwhile, at the café...
With what's-his-name, his brother and his mates On Saturday mornings, at the Subway café We have got a meeting with 2 or 3 other guys And until 10pm...
Well! We feel down, we feel down.
There is no one of all that lot, you imagine Who has a girlfriend or who brings his sister. It does not prevent us from dreaming of strip poker And, (drinking) coffee after coffee...
Well! We feel down, we feel down.
To each his turn! There is one who arrives at midday Apologizing from being late Looking like "you understood me". We do not ask any question. Anyway, why should we ask any Since it is the same phoney story We all tell a few things approximately?
Hey guys! I've pulled a girl! Super beautiful! I don't tell you! And then in bed, festival! Ooh la la! Only in the morning, enamoured, I love you. You see the type! So, you love me, don't you? But I've got a date with mates at the café. What's going on, Dédé? You don't believe me? And not because you never do, that we don't either. So guys, what are we doing? Table football? Pinball?
The community center has opened again. This year, they may organise disco parties. Us, we boycott those things, on principle. We stay each other between mates...
And we feel down, we feel down.
When the bar owner tells us "Guys, it is time!" And, on the pavement, with our motorcycles We remain together, to have one last cigarette Before going back to our old folks...
We feel down, we feel down.
It is Sunday evening, and I think that, for 2 days The others must have thought I would keep on making love. Let's say that I am there, lying... Flu struck. Meanwhile, at the café...