Moma was queen of the mamboPopa was king of the Congo& deap down in the jungleI started bangin'my first bongoEvery monkey'd like to bein my place instead of me'cause I'm the king of bongoThe king of bongo bong.I want to the big townWhere there's a lot of soundFrom the jungle to the cityLookin' for a bigger crownSo I played my BongoFor the people of big cityBut they don't go crazyWhen I'm bangin' my boogieCause people like disco& people like houseThat's why they don't applauseWhen I'm bangin' on my bongoThey say what I'm a clownMakin' too much dirty soundThey say there is no crownFor little monkey in this townNobody like to beIn my place instead of meCause nobody go crazyWhen I'm bangin' on my boogieBut I don't like no disco& I don't like the house'cause I'm born to rockI'm born to pogoWhen I'm bangin' on my bongoAll that swing belongs to meI'm so happy there's nobodyIn my place instead of meI'm a king whithout a crownHangin' loose in the big town& I'm born to rockI'M BORN TO POGO

Babe I don't want you no moreAnd I'm sick about all the gameYou're playin' behind that doorTo much liesTo much guysLonely nightsBleedin' fightsJealousy stay away from meBabe, babe!Get out, get outOf my lifeYou're livin', livin'Out of my heartI say II don't want you no moreThere's a man upstairsThere's a man downstairsThere's a man under the bed& one across the streetAll the friends you gotThey will give you a home

Quand ya plus rienQu'elle est partieQu'ya plus d'voisinsQu'ya même plus l'chienQuand ya plus d'bruitsPas plus qu'celuiQui rend marteauLe bruit du frigoEt j'prends un verrePour l'oublierEt j'met ma têteSous l'oreillerPour éviterD'entendre pleurerCe frigidaireEt puis voilàQu'il s'met àFaire froidJ'renverse ma bièreSur l'oreillerEt toi t'es mêmePlus là près d'moiA devenir folleEt à m'dire que j'pueL'ALCOOLJ'entends plus rienQue l'bruit du frigoEt tout à coupPersécutéPar ce bruit sourdEt envoutantJe deviens fou, et je me jettePAR LA FENETREQUANDQuand t'as plus rienQu'elle est partieY a plus un bruit....même plus celuiQui rend mélo....L'bruit du frigo

Daddy's a mother fucker& mummy turns tricksYour sister is a brother& your brother's suckin' DICKSI'm walkin' on theRailroad tracksYour sister had the blueballsYour daddy had the poxYour mummy had the singlesAll around her bloody cockI'm walking on theRailroad tracks.This is a letterTo the censorsOohWapadoo wapadooWapadoo Hoohoo!Wapadoo Hoohoo!Your father is a panzyYour mother was no cherryOh lord how could it beSuch a beautiful baby?Your daddy's way to the topSuch a pratical copYour mummy was a stoolieOne day she'll be shotYou're walkin' on theRAILROAD TRACKSI'm walkin' on theRailroad tracks

Chaval chavalLa cosa va muy malTe ha toquao la mala suerteQue te lleva Hacia la muertePorque soy el pajaro jakoCuando quiero mato Jaibo y te mataréAvenue A: Here comes the dayAvenue B: Here goes the junkyAvenue C: There is no rescueDeath Avenue is waiting for youChaval chavalTu ya eastas agarraoTe veo muy colgaoY hare de ti un disgraciadoPourque soy el pajaro jakoCuando quiero mato jaibo y te mataréEstas echo una ruinaEsperate en la esquinaVoy a por tu vitaminaAGUANTA! Paga, y caminaAvenue A: Here comes the dayAvenue B: Here goes the junkyAvenue C: It's an emergencyO.D O.D in alphabet citySoy el pajaro Jako cuando quiero matoMatale al ancianoRobale al hermanoVamos! Que yo te doy la manoVamonos ya Jaïbo!A la cabeza

Be careful; It' my heartIt's not my watch you're holdin'It' my heartIt's not iceThat you can quickly burnIt's not a "bocadillo"That you'll never returnRemember; it's my heartIt's up to you to take it& break itBut just before you start...Remember it's my heart.

Gotta tell it to you momGotta tell it to you paGotta tell it to the teacherGotta tell it to the preacherDON'T DON'T DON'T DON'T DON'TDON'T UPSET MESay it to the copsSay it to the companyEverything is REDBuzzin in my headEVERYTHING IS REDDON'T BOTHER MEHere comes my 19thNervous breakdownI'm goin' downtownTo the merry go roundI got on a black cat boneThis B.C bone weights 16TI got on a big black gunThis big black gunI'm gonna use it sonI'm warnin' all the neighboursI'm warnin' Mr LandlordI'm warnin' all you suckersI'm hangin' loose & I'm BoredMAD MAN'S DEADThey said it, on the radioThere've been some kind of rodeoPeople get out of under your bedDon't be afraid:MAD MAN'S DEAD

I'm walkin' out for loveI'm walkin' bad really downLike a cool breezeI'm gonna be late again"Driver!" Wait for me please!"I'm runnin' all in vainTryin' to catchThis fuckin' train"Time don't fool me more"& I throw my watch to the floor(It's so lazy)"Time don't do it again"Now I'm stressed & strainedWith anger & painIn the subway trainNow it's half past twoLong gone the rendez-vousNow it's half past threeTime made a fool out of meNow it's half past fourNo use in waiting no moreBaby can't you seeIt'a timing tragedyI think it's nineWhen clock says tenThis girl wouldn't waitFor the out of timeOUT OF TIME MAN

Madame Oscar est en retardElle est tombée dans un traquenardAujourd'hui c'est la grève des carsEt ces connards veulent rien savoirMadame Oscar est en pétardIl est déjà 7h-l'quartTrop tard pour son feuillton du soirCa la met dans une colère noireQui va ram'ner Mme Oscar?Il est trop tard Mme Oscar!Alors elle descend jusqu'au barVoir si des fois l'père ZanzibarPeut la ramener dans sa PanhardMais Zanzibar est au billardD'puis c'matin qu'il arrète pas d'boireIl veut pas croire à ces histoiresDe grève des carsD'feuillton du soirD'7h-l'quart& d'colère noireMr Canut aurait bien pûLa racompagner jusqu'à RépuMais ses lunettes ont disparuSes yeux peuvent pas conduire tous nusMme Oscar n'a plus d'espoir& ya personne pour s'émouvoirSon gros pétard cherche à s'assoireIl ne trouve plus que le bord du trottoirV'nant du Boulevard un sale cafardViens s'assoire près d'madame OscarSoudain il sort son grand couteau& il lui plante dans le dosOn lira d'main dans les journeauxQue sur l'boulvard au p'tit matinUne pauv' vieille est morte de chagrin& qu'on recherche encore l'assassinEt alors?Qui va ram'ner Mme Oscar?Il est trop tard Mme Oscar!T'as beau t'appeller Oscar TramorTe v'la tout seul comme un rat mort

C'mon you little eastern birdWelcome into the occident wordWelcome into this world of dreamsNo more beans! Burger Kings!No more no more securitat!Maximum libertad!Libertad for mullaya!So HERE WE ARE! HERE WE ARE!C'mon you little eastern birdWelcome to the occident worldWelcome into this word of kappinessWhere you can talk & you can dress& you can sleep cause you can't guess.What they've done to Afrika& to south Amerika(you're the next Hondurasthey'll gonna take your ass) ...SoC'mon you little eastern birdWelcome into the occident worldSo go for it, go for itSuck the occident dickWham Bam Thank you momSuck the sticky world dickOccident is comin'Occident is commin'Deep inside your dully nest.Givin' to you all the best!:Mac Donald, MTVMister Bush & Mr TDONT ASK MEWHERE'S THE PARTY ?Cause there's no party for you & meIn such a wonderful country,They gonna tell you:"Man you're free...But you gotta work early"C'mon you little eastern birdWelcome into the occident world

Hey hey esto pare FuriousGo out Go out for the Furious FiestaI gonna do the mess aroundAround this town cause I'm a trouble boundI just can't stand it's too much DO DOI just can't stand it's too much oh nononoIt' time for the big show& I'm ready to blow the lights out & shout& shout shout shoutI want more more moreEverything is red & it's buzzin' in my headAm I gonna looseMy brain againI wanna do it againMore rockMore reggeaMore punkMore boogieMore funMore booze

Au coeur de la ville endormieReposent des millions d'gens soumisPersonne d'autre pour hurler la nuitQue l'vieux clochard sous l'pont MarieDans la rue ya plus qu'des matonsTous les apaches sont en prisonTout est si calme qu'ca sent l'pourriPARIS VA CREVER D'ENNUI !!!Allons enfants de la patrieContre nous de la tyrannieDont nous abreuvent les bouffonsDu baron qui règnent à la mairieParis se meurt aujourd'huiD'sêtre donnée à un banditUn salaud qui lui a prisSes nuits blanchesParis la nuit c'est finiParis va crever d'ennuiParis se meurt rendez luiArletty!