Rue de Panam
In a street in Panam
Wandering along the water, my
J'fumais Amsterdam
Finally at the pub,
Was there two, three women who were the hustler
Me, I sharpen my blade
To plant nobs
People of good neighborhood,
Tourists, many elderly
Fans s'promener
Along the boulevards
They buy souvenir Eiffel Towers
The plastic tumblers make them laugh
But we should explains
there are shit everywhere
drugs and especially
Youth in galley
who traffic misery
Yeah! I gotta admit
What I spend all my days is that sometimes
in Paris is the joy and madness
But believe me soon
Cops have a job because all the vagrants
talk about revolution
One day, all our songs,
Yeah, you disarm
There will qu'la madness
joy and anarchy
La joie et l'anarchie
La joie dans Paris
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