Un génie...

Sooooo the cat, + je connais pas la suite des paroles mais cette chanson reste dans la tête.

Best song ever, la version du Tolkien Ensemble est culte.

Je suis Le Génie.

C'est cadeau les copains.

The landlord keeps a little dog
that is mighty fond of jokes;
When there's good cheer among the guests,
He cocks an ear at all the jests
and laughs until he chokes.

They also keep a hornéd cow
as proud as any queen;
But music turns her head like ale,
And makes her wave her tufted tail
and dance upon the green.

And O! the rows of silver dishes
and the store of silver spoons!
For Sunday there's a special pair,
And these they polish up with care
on Saturday afternoons.

The Man in the Moon was drinking deep,
and the cat began to wail;
A dish and a spoon on the table danced,
The cow in the garden madly pranced,
and the little dog chased his tail.

The Man in the Moon took another mug,
and rolled beneath his chair;
And there he dozed and dreamed of ale,
Till in the sky the stars were pale,
and dawn was in the air.

Then the ostler said to his tipsy cat:
"The white horses of the Moon,
They neigh and champ their silver bits;
But their master's been and drowned his wits,
and the Sun'll be rising soon!"

So the cat on his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,
a jig that would wake the dead:
He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,
While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:
"It's after three!" he said.

They rolled the Man slowly up the hill
and bundled him into the Moon,
While his horses galloped up in rear,
And the cow came capering like a deer,
and a dish ran up with the spoon.

Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle;
the dog began to roar,
The cow and the horses stood on their heads;
The guests all bounded from their beds
and danced upon the floor.

With a ping and a pang the fiddle-strings broke!
the cow jumped over the Moon,
And the little dog laughed to see such fun,
And the Saturday dish went off at a run
with the silver Sunday spoon.

The round Moon rolled behind the hill,
as the Sun raised up her head.
She hardly believed her fiery eyes;
For though it was day, to her suprise
they all went back to bed.

J'avais déjà lu les paroles, et j'ai toujours été déçu du "Shook the man in the moon". Si ça avait été "shoot", ça faisait une blague avec moon, les fesses, tout ça.

Bah shake ton booty, toussa.

Me force pas à te kick Buffle.

Tu voulais un jeu de mot fais pas ta mijaurée.

Le tien est analchronique.

lol ta dit anal

enculé de rire

mer il et fou

Puissance quatre.

"Puissance quatre." Oui, rigolo ce jeu !

Je préfère les petits chevaux.

En lasagnes ?

Nan, en bois.

Pour pic-niquer donc ?

Exact, mais souvent ça part en fumée avant la fin.

'tain mardi matin y'a un connard qui à démonter ma ligne téléphonique, en plus Orange s'en balance pas mal, du coup ils sont venu que cette aprem'..

Donc je résilie dès que possible. :3