Le Zizi
Perret Pierre
The Willy
In order to remove our complexes, ogué, ogué
We are given sex ed classes, ogué, ogué
We learn the secret life
Of the anxieties of the beastie
Or those who are bold
To show their thingy
A very nice schoolteacher
Explains all the mechanics to us
She says: We will set the scene, ogué, ogué
Of the male apparatus first, ogué, ogué
She approaches the chalkboard
We might finally know
What is this sacred monster that has so much power
And, without hesitation, she draws for us
The 'little thing' and the two orphans
Everything, everything, everything
You will know everything about the willy
The real, the fake
The ugly, the beautiful
The hard, the soft
With a long neck
The big bushy one
The little chubby one
The big wrinkled one
The peeled mountain
Everything, everything, everything, everything
I will tell you everything about the willy
There are willies of all colors
From bakers to chimney sweeps
I've seen impulsive ones
Climbing into briefs
I've seen less voracious ones
Falling into shoes
Like that of a distressed mechanic
Who could never put his pieces together
There's the clean willy of the laundryman
The one that starches my sister's hand
I saw the willy of a priest
With his little purple hat
Who, just in full ascension
Makes the genuflection
A rising of willies at dusk
And that of the pops who blows bubbles
Everything, everything, everything
You will know everything about the willy
The real, the fake
The ugly, the beautiful
The hard, the soft
With a long neck
The big bushy one
The little chubby one
The big wrinkled one
The peeled mountain
Everything, everything, everything, everything
I will tell you everything about the willy
The brawny willy of the teamster
Is recognized by his big turtleneck
I saw the alarming willy
Of a traveling trapeze artist
Teaching the high bar to his little children
The mountaineer and his beautiful ice pick
Magnificent above the Grandes Jorasses
I saw the big willy of a little sacristan
Who rings the Angelus with his hands behind his back
The one of a Breton sailor
Who had lost his tassels
And that of a well-heeled Jew
Measuring the fabric
The one of an ambulance nurse
Blinking in emergencies
Everything, everything, everything
You will know everything about the willy
The real, the fake
The ugly, the beautiful
The hard, the soft
With a long neck
The big bushy one
The little chubby one
The big wrinkled one
The peeled mountain
Everything, everything, everything, everything
I will tell you everything about the willy
I saw the small willies of the aristocrats
Always on the verge of embargo
I rolled pastry
With my husband's willy
With a Chinese one
I even cracked nuts
With a willy of uncertain morals
I even made old-fashioned sweetbreads
Everything, everything, everything
You will know everything about the willy
The real, the fake
The ugly, the beautiful
The hard, the soft
With a long neck
The big bushy one
The little chubby one
The big wrinkled one
The peeled mountain
Everything, everything, everything, everything
I will tell you everything about the willy
