Texte : Merdouse Blues
Musique : merdouse blues
I Got the Blues
When I was homeless in Toulouse
I Got the Blues
When I was young et sans Flouze in the streets of Toulouse
I Got the blues / when I was homeless in Toulouse
I got my ‘spouse
One night plastered in a partouze
I got my ‘spouse
She was not very tedious and not too much jalouse
I got my ‘spouse / one night plastered in a partouze
I put a blouse
To protect my suit de tarlouze
I put a blouse
I don’t like shit on my suit but I got bouse on my shoes
I put a blouse / to protect my suit de tarlouze
I have some bagouzes
And many traces of piqouzes
I have some bagouzes
In addition I sniff glues and looks like a tantouze
I have some bagouzes / and many traces of piqouzes
I sing with a goose
Try to teach her ce qu’est le blues
I sing with a goose
We play together my very very merdic blues
I sing with a goose / my very very merdouse blues….
