Déserteur

Mr. President
I'm writing you a short note
Which you will surely read
If you have balls

I just received
A phone call from my old folks
To warn me that the gendarmes
had shown up at their house

I don't dare imagine
What my father told them
Him, the cops, the priests
And then the military
They're really up their noses
Maybe even more than me
As soon as he can eat it
The old anarchist doesn't hold back

The old anarchist doesn't hold back

So it seems they're looking for me
That France needs me
That's stupid, I'm in the Ardèche
The weather's nice, don't you think?

I'm here with some friends
Funny environmentalists
We have an old shack
We're fixing it up slowly

We're raising goats
We make jewelry
We can't say we're working ourselves to the bone
Work is not for us

We have plantations
Not huge, three hectares
From a herb that makes you less stupid
No, it's not Ricard

No, it's not Ricard

Mr. President
I am a deserter
From your army of acorns
From your flock of wankers

They won't get me
Don't touch my hair
I will not salute the flag
I won't walk like the oxen

I'm not going to Germany
Acting like an idiot for twelve months
In a notorious barracks
With people dumber than me

I don't like receiving orders
I don't like getting up early
I don't like strangling the one-eyed man
More often than necessary

More often than necessary

And above all, what I dislike
It's because I don't like war
And who made it?
Well, it's the military

They're rubbish, they're ugly
And besides, they're stubborn
Now I'm going to tell you why
I never want to be like them

When the Russians, the Americans
They will blow up the planet
I'd look silly
With my bicycle

My pants are too short
My rifle, my cap
My portion of Jerusalem artichoke
And my Maginot Line

And my Maginot Line

So don't bother me
Neither I, nor any of my friends
I will never be a soldier
I don't like the sound of boots

You just have to stop worrying about it
And build peacefully
Your nuclear power plants
Your dodgy submarines

But don't go imagining
Mr. President
That I'm being manipulated
By the reds or the whites

I'm just an activist
From the bird party
Whales, children
Earth and water

Earth and water

Mr. President
To finish my rambling
I just wanted to tell you
Tonight we're making noodles

On the farm, it's great fun
If you want, come and eat
We'll smoke a joint
And we'll be able to talk

We'll smoke a joint
And we'll be able to talk