Låttexter: Dad. Un Frappe Sur la T阾e.

Lying low now, yeah, for a year or two
And I mean it until the week is through
Just myself now and the stains to be explained
Phone and cancel, stay in and be a saint
But a whistle and I'm like a dog again
Celebrating, yeah, it's great to stay up late

(One kick in the head)
Yeah, I was asking for it
(Une frappe sur la tete)
Yeah, I've been begging for it
(Yeah, a slap in the face)
Yeah, famous last words
Pardon my French

Every nightmare turns out to be the same
Through the forest, I'm howling out my name
In my bedroom, the dogs won't catch the fox
I've got business, a bit more than I thought
But, I ain't talking, I don't know what it's about
I hold my hand out, yeah, I'm such a naughty boy

(One kick in the head)
Yeah, I was asking for it
(Une frappe sur la tete)
Yeah, I've been begging for it
(Yeah, a slap in the face)
Yeah, famous last words
Pardon my French

(One kick in the head)
Yeah, I was asking for it
(Une frappe sur la tete)
Yeah, I've been begging for it
(Yeah, a slap in the face)
Yeah, famous last words
Pardon my French

Everybody should know about my curse
But, I say talking will only make it worse
Keep me quiet, in the whispers in my mouth
And come and watch me like cats around a mouse
I need a punchline to bring the house down
All my old ones will make you cry and turn around

(One kick in the head)
Yeah, I was asking for it
(Une frappe sur la tete)
Yeah, I've been begging for it
(Yeah, a slap in the face)
Yeah, famous last words
Pardon my French

(One kick in the head)
Yeah, I was asking for it
(Une frappe sur la tete)
Yeah, I've been begging for it
(Yeah, a slap in the face)
Yeah, from bad to worse
Yeah, famous last words