Текст и перевод песни Sébastien Patoche - Quand il pète il troue son slip

Quand il pète il troue son slip

Allez Musique Maestro
Allez roulez jeunesse
Ah j' me sens comme une couille dans un Sloggy
Comme un cochon dans la merde
Il était le dimanche sur TF1
Quand y'avait pas la Formule 1
Interprété par Chuck Norris
Il est pas là pour jouer au tennis
Au Texas tout le monde le craint
Il s'fait pas mazouter le pingouin
Il est tellement balèze le type
Que quand il pète il troue son slip
Et quand il pète il troue son slip
Et quand il pète il troue son slip
Et quand il pète il troue son slip
Et quand il pète il troue son slip
Allez ça continue
C'est parti Maestro
On y va
Allez qui roule bamboul
C'est parti
La barre plus coupante que du verre
Je te jure sur la tête de ma mère
Qu'il faut rappeler le paysagiste
Quand il a le Boeing en bout de piste.
Toujours détendu du sphincter
Même s'il est chaud comme une cafetière
Son 501 c'est pas de la fripe
Car quand il pète il troue son slip.
Et quand il pète il troue son slip
Et quand il pète il troue son slip
Et quand il pète il troue son slip
Et quand il pète il troue son slip
Attention ça continue
Baisse ta culotte c'est moi qui pilote
Putain c'est génial, j'prends un panard
Il a les yeux qui crient braguette
Il est taillé comme une arbalète
Réfléchis bien si tu l'invites
Il va pas te ramener des marguerites.
Même ses dents font peur au bifteck
Il est bâti comme un dieu grec
Et c'est bien normal que tu flippes
Car quand il pète il troue son slip.
Et quand il pète il troue son slip
Et quand il pète il troue son slip
Et quand il pète il troue son slip
Et quand il pète il troue son slip
Et quand il pète il troue son slip
Et quand il pète il troue son slip
Et quand il pète il troue son slip
Et quand il pète il troue son slip

When he farts he's tearing a hole in his underpants

Come on Music Maestro
Come on roll youth
Ah, I feel like a ball in a Sloggy
Like a pig in the mud
It was Sunday on TF1
When there was no Formula 1
Performed by Chuck Norris
He's not here to play tennis
In Texas everyone fears him
He doesn't get messed with by the penguin
He's so awesome that guy
That when he farts he's tearing a hole in his underpants
And when he farts he's tearing a hole in his underpants
And when he farts he's tearing a hole in his underpants
And when he farts he's tearing a hole in his underpants
And when he farts he's tearing a hole in his underpants
Come on, let's continue
Let's go Maestro
Let's get this party started
Come on, who's driving, baby
Let's go
The bar sharper than glass
I swear on my mother's head
That you must call back the landscaper
When he has the Boeing at the end of the runway
Always relaxed from the sphincter
Even if it's hot like a coffee pot
His 501s are not rags
Because when he farts he's tearing a hole in his underpants
And when he farts he's tearing a hole in his underpants
And when he farts he's tearing a hole in his underpants
And when he farts he's tearing a hole in his underpants
And when he farts he's tearing a hole in his underpants
Watch out, it continues
Take your panties off, I'm driving
Damn, this is awesome, I'm having a blast
He has eyes that cry out pants
He's built like a crossbow
Think twice if you invite him
He's not going to bring you daisies
Even his teeth scare the steak
He's built like a Greek god
And it's no wonder you're freaking out
Because when he farts he's tearing a hole in his underpants
And when he farts he's tearing a hole in his underpants
And when he farts he's tearing a hole in his underpants
And when he farts he's tearing a hole in his underpants
And when he farts he's tearing a hole in his underpants
And when he farts he's tearing a hole in his underpants
And when he farts he's tearing a hole in his underpants
And when he farts he's tearing a hole in his underpants
And when he farts he's tearing a hole in his underpants