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When Jules is on the violin
And Léon on the accordion
Should have two wooden legs
To avoid dancing the polka
The girl in Mathurin
I can tell you, she dances well
But as soon as she closes her eyes
I can tell you, she dances better
The girls here make a fuss
It's all lace and patchouli
It's all chic and to fall them
Need Hully Gully or Austin-Healey
At my place, there
It's not at all, at all like that
When Jules is on the violin
And Léon on the accordion
Should have two wooden legs
To avoid dancing the polka
The girl in Mathurin
When you talk to her, she understands nothing
Cause him close in the neck
It's a miracle, she understands everything
Love here is intellectual
You look like a thug when you're natural
They must miss the scent of the meadows
Who is so important to the feeling
At home, there
It's not at all, at all the same tobacco
When Jules is on the violin
And Léon on the accordion
Should have three wooden legs
To avoid dancing the polka
The girl in Mathurin
When he likes you, he likes you
And the best of Midsummer
You will dance it in the fields
The guys here are disgusting
They buy love like a white shot
And I'm the idiot who doesn't have a penny
I have a lot of trouble getting a drink
So, not crazy
I'm going to go back home
And Jules is on the violin
And Léon on the accordion
Should have two wooden legs
To avoid dancing the polka
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