Can't find the lyrics to this song anywhere online but I love it... trying to figure out all the lyrics:


metro boulot dodo
chaque jour, c'est le meme chose
metro boulot dodo
oo-ohh oo-ohh

Mon amie Jean Luc
Habite dans le rue
Il joue du batterie
Comme un vrai fous!


So far, that says:

metro boulot dodo
every day, it's the same thing
metro boulot dodo
Oo-ohh oo-ohh

My friend Jean Luc
Lives on the road (something, I'm probably not hearing it right)
He plays the drums
Like a crazy fool! (It says like a true/real fool, but it's kind of Québécois idiom.)

That's all I can remember... if you see the lyrics let me know. It's called Metro Boulot Dodo by Gary Flanagan

Comments

Anonymous said…
Blah-blah-blah, that sounds.... super.
9/19/2007 4:35 PM
Anonymous said…
I like the line with the do-do on it the best. haha, do-do...
9/19/2007 4:45 PM
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