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I, sir, went to summer camp.
Dakar, Conakry, Bamako
I, sir, had a good life.
In the blessed time of the colonies
The warriors called me Great Chief
In the glorious days of French West Africa
I had strings on my cap
In the blessed time of the colonies
We still think of you oh Bwana
Tell us what you have, no we have any
There's no coffee, no cotton, no gasoline.
In France, but we have ideas, we think
We still think of you oh Bwana
Tell us what you have, no we have any
For me, sir, nothing equaled
The Senegalese riflemen
Who all died for the fatherland
In the blessed time of the colonies
Formerly in Colomb-Béchar
I had plenty of black servants
And four girls in my bed
In the blessed time of the colonies
We still think of you oh Bwana
Tell us what you have, no we have any
There's no coffee, no cotton, no gasoline.
In France, but we have ideas, we think
We still think of you oh Bwana
Tell us what you have, no we have any
I, sir, have killed panthers.
In Timbuktu on the Niger
And hippos in the Oubangui
In the blessed time of the colonies
Between gin and tennis
Receptions and pastis
It felt like paradise
In the blessed time of the colonies
We still think of you oh Bwana
Tell us what you have, no we have any
There's no coffee, no cotton, no gasoline.
In France, but we have ideas, we think
We still think of you oh Bwana
Tell us what you have, no we have any
There's no coffee, no cotton, no gasoline.
In France, but we have ideas, we think
We still think of you oh Bwana
Tell us what you have, no we have any
We still think of you oh Bwana
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