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T'as les Sixties

(Un petit beurday - to you!)
(Un petit beurday - to you!)
(Un petit beurday - to you!)

Un jour à ton anniversaire tu manques d'air, c'est la galère
Pour éteindre tes 60 bougies tu t'époumonnes, tu rougis...
T'as les éponges qui sont mitées
Hmmmm... calamité!

(Un petit beurday to you!)
Tu souffles une fois, deux fois,
Trois fois c'est la honte, ça jette un froid
Tu veux que je te dise, bouffon, t'as atteints le plafond
C'est la crise, (un petit beurday...)
- T'as les sixties. (...to you!)

Gueule du matin, chagrin dans la salle de bains
Y'a un gus dans la glace qui te scrute, ça te stresse, ça t'agace
Il a tes airs, il a tes yeux, on dirait toi mais en plus vieux
Toi t'es fier de tes pectoraux, lui il a les lolos ramollos
Toi, t'as les barres de chocolat, lui y s'équipe chez Nutella
(Un petit beurday to you!)
Je est un autre a dit Rimbaud
Quand tu te rases c'est le genre de phrase
Que tu murmures à ton mur tout bas devant le lavabo
'Faut que tu te le dises, bouffon, t'as atteind le plafond
C'est la crise, (un petit beurday...) - t'as les sixties. (...to you!)

Quand les vieillasseries déboulent je te jure mec, ça file les boules
L'âge de la retraite c'est l'âge de l'arthrite
C'est plus la fête quand t'as plus la frite
Pour rouler tes oinje c'est l'enfer,
Il te faut tes verres, y'a rien à faire
Ou... tu fous ton kif par terre
Oh non... (Un petit beurday to you!)

Au championnat d'sport sous la couette,
T'avais la classe, t'étais un as - un athlète!
Là, brother, te fais pas d'illusions: tu joues en deuxième division
Y a ton petit chauve, guimauve! qui baisse la tête
Il est amoureux de tes baskets, ton Barthez, c'est net, c'est net,
Tu veux que je te dise, bouffon, t'as atteind le plafond
C'est la crise... t'as les sixties...

Mais 'faut pas que ça te mine man,
Reste cool, pense à la belote, pense aux boules!
Tu fatigues mais t'es pas une bouse, nique le blues!
Prends du viagra, de l'omega 3, de la B12
Si tu rages sois sage, pense qu'à ton âge y'a des avantages
La carte senior c'est trop fort,
Le demi-tarif SNCF c'est tout bénefe (to you...!)
À 300 à l'heure tous le jours tu peux t'offrir le Luxembourg
Pour cent-cinquante balles, c'est de la balle...
(Un petit beurday to you!)

Et pense aussi à la sécu, tu vas pouvoir poser ton cul
160 trimestres t'as trimé, t'es sur le sable, arrête de ramer
Pose ta faucille, pose ton marteau, basta le métro-boulot-dodo
Si la vie est un gâteau dis-toi que tu vas bouffer la cerise
T'as gagné le pompon, bouffon,
Fini la crise (to you!), t'as les sixties...

(Un petit beurday - to you!)
(Un petit beurday - to you!)
(Un petit beurday - to you!)
(Un petit beurday - to you!)

(Oh mister president...)

You've Got the Sixties

(A little birthday to you!)
(A little birthday to you!)
(A little birthday to you!)

One day on your birthday you're short of breath, the struggle is real
To blow out your 60 candles you blow out your lungs, you blush...
Your sponges are mildewed
Hmm... calamity!

(A little birthday to you!)
You blow out once, twice,
Three times is shameful, it chills the air
I want to tell you, buffoon, you've hit the ceiling
This is the crisis, (a little birthday...)
- You've got the sixties. (...to you!)

Morning face, sorrow in the bathroom
There's a guy in the mirror who's looking at you, it stresses you out, it annoys you
He has your looks, he has your eyes, he looks like you but older
You're proud of your pecs, he's got saggy boobs
You've got the chocolate bars, he's stocking up at Nutella
(A little birthday to you!)
I is another said Rimbaud
When you shave that's the kind of phrase
That you whisper to your wall softly in front of the sink
'You have to tell yourself, buffoon, you've hit the ceiling
This is the crisis, (a little birthday...) - you've got the sixties. (...to you!)

When the old stuff rolls in I swear to you man, it's gonna ruin everything
Retirement age is arthritis age
It's not a party anymore when you've got no more fries
To roll your weed it's hell,
You need your glasses, there's nothing you can do
Or... you'll drop your kif on the floor
Oh no... (A little birthday to you!)

At the sports championship under the duvet,
You had class, you were an ace - an athlete!
Now, brother, don't kid yourself: you're playing in the second division
There's your little bald spot, marshmallow! who hangs his head
He's in love with your sneakers, your Barthez, it's clear, it's clear,
I want to tell you, buffoon, you've hit the ceiling
This is the crisis... you've got the sixties...

But don't let that get you down, man,
Stay cool, think about belote, think about boules!
You're getting tired but you're not a loser, screw the blues!
Take some viagra, some omega 3, some B12
If you get mad, be wise, just think that at your age there are advantages
The senior card is awesome,
The half-price SNCF train ticket is all profit (to you...!)
At 300 miles per hour every day you can afford Luxembourg
For a hundred and fifty bucks, that's a hell of a deal...
(A little birthday to you!)

And think about the social security, you're going to be able to put your feet up
160 quarters you've worked hard, you're on the sand, stop rowing
Put down your sickle, put down your hammer, that's enough of the metro-work-sleep
If life is a cake tell yourself that you're going to eat the cherry
You've won the award, buffoon,
No more crisis (to you!), you've got the sixties...

(A little birthday - to you!)
(A little birthday - to you!)
(A little birthday - to you!)
(A little birthday - to you!)

(Oh mister president...)