Forbidden Zone Page #3
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- 1980
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you'll know she'll be your friend''
When I turned 13, I spat in my poppa's eye
Took off to find my man
'cause I couldn't find a wife
I spread-eagled in a lot of towns
I couldn't find no man to lay me down
They were so busy a-cock-a-doodle-doin'
But they still couldn't nail me down
So I grew up lonesome
knowing there'd be no man
or woman to get me goin' through this life
'Cause I was hatched out of a witch's egg
Been doomed to fly high
like a crane with no legs
I laid down with the Devil
and his sidekick, mankind
But somethin' called lovin'
made me hungry inside
So I went to the Lord
and I asked him for more
than what this world could offer
I laid down with him and I had to grin
'cause he was shyer than a flower
Now thanks to the Lord I've been set free
that take me out to sea
My life is like nobody else's
There's only one of me
'Cause I was hatched
out of a witch's egg
Been doomed to fly high
Like a crane with no legs
Pleures, pleures, oh pleures
Pleures, pleures sur ton malheur
Pleures, pleures, oh pleures
Pleures, pleures, oh pleures, pleures
Pleures, mouills les fleurs
Pleures, pleures, pleures, pleures
Pleures sur ton bonheur
-Doris, you surprised me.
-Just what do you think you're pulling here?
-I was just only looking at her.
-Oh, yeah?
Listen, buster, looking's dangerous.
Next thing you know,
you'll be sucking on her mangoes.
My, my, aren't you a jealous one?
Well, why shouldn't I be?
It gets on my nerves, you know.
You know, I must have my army.
I'm not about to compromise my position
in life, my ancestry...
my tradition, for your silly little suspicions.
Your army!
Where is your precious army?
I will have a whole army of Zombie.
a Zombie Navy Corps,
You're really out to lunch.
Look at this world you've cooked up.
And you expect
to take over another universe?
You dumb f***.
Just wait until these dead babies
start marching...
and you'll be eating your words.
I am waiting, Your Majesty,
waiting for you to tell me...
why that French slit is so special to you,
and why you carry her photograph...
around in your pocket.
All right, I'll tell you.
She's French, and that's simple.
And therefore, she's of the master race...
a direct descendant of God, just like me.
Direct descendant of God?
You just want to slip her the pork.
That does it.
I'm hopping the next bus out of here.
You cannot mean that.
What will you do?
Just go on living, I guess.
Oh, chrie, ma petite coquette,
ma petite princesse.
Mon petit chou, c'est rien.
Harder.
Frenchy! Harder!
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