.On m'a vu dans l'Atlantique, ramant, essuyant de ma mre la panique, Oedipe
Et ses fils, naufrags d'un Titanic.
Puis on m'a vu en Amrique, une ville debout, assige par trop de fric.
Des gens qui bossent, des femmes qui rossent et ne me regardent pas, moi,
Pas beau, pauvre, pas comme l.
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