Every morning
the same routine,
a boring movie
that I’ve already seen
every time,
the same excuse,
late for work,
no time to lose
I like to change the things I do,
God knows, am I crazy too?
I want to take a plane to New-Orleans
and let everybody sing
I’m gonna, gonna, gonna
take a plane, yi ho ho,
flying
all the way,
I’m gonna, gonna, gonna
have some fun, yi ho ho,
party
every day
a bit of this
and a bit of that,
I dream of money
that I never had
and every time,
the same excuse,
I’m outta here,
I’ve got nothing to lose