Le Petit Poisson

Listen to this story, about a little fish
Who set off one evening with his little pack.
He only packed the bare essentials:
A jar of cottage cheese and a picture of his mom.
Woh oh oh oh
Near Mururoa, far from his dad.

He said goodbye to the folks at his home
"Yeah, I’m off on my own, I’m a big boy now."
He wanted to find a new little shell
So he could live alone, he was old enough.
Woh oh oh oh
Near Mururoa, far from his dad.

He swam along peacefully, dreaming of his new life
Yeah, yeah, but then suddenly a bright light blinded him.
In a second, a real nightmare, the fish was dead
Shredded by the propellers of the Rainbow Warrior.

Woh oh oh oh
Near Mururoa, far from his dad
Near Mururoa, far from his dad
Near Mururoa.