A Vague Sense - Junium

Wam, bam, mon chat, splash, gît sur mon lit A bouffé sa langue, en buvant trop mon whisky Quant à moi, peu dormi, vidé, brimé J'ai dû dormir dans la gouttière, où j'ai eu un flash Hou, hou, hou, hou, en quatre couleurs Allez hop, un matin, une louloute est venue chez-moi Poupée de cellophane, cheveux chinois, un sparadrap Une gueule de bois, a bu ma bière Dans un grand verre, en caoutchouc Hou, hou, hou, hou, comme un Indien dans son igloo

Didn't have the money round to buy a Morry Thou Been around and seen a lot to shake me anyhow Begged and borrowed sometimes, I admit I even stole The worse crime that I ever did was playing rock 'n roll But the money's no good Just get a grip on yourself But the money's no good Just get a grip on yourself Suffering convictions on a two-way stretch inside The air in here is pretty thin, I think I'll go outside Committed for insanity and crimes against the soul The worst crime that I ever did was play some rock 'n roll But the money's no good Just get a grip on yourself But the money's no good Just get a grip on yourself And you should know Now I find from week to week the sentence sticking fast Turn the corner, rub my eyes and hope the world will last Stranger from another planet welcome to our hole Just strap on your guitar and we'll play some rock 'n roll But the money's no good Just get a grip on yourself But the money's no good Just get a grip on yourself And you should know