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