Going to the seaside On a hot summer day In a Renault Espace By the old Abbeville road The country's so beautiful
Did you take the "Surfin' M.O.D." record? And the Snuls tape, I can't do without you know What if we stopped at Happiness House We could have a beer, listen to black metal?
Yeah!
Everybody for an oystaz party Everybody steps into a snack Everybody whistles at the waitress Everybody glances at her ass
(terribly sorry but there are no oystaz left)
Going to the sea for the oystaz fest Not lucky this time, surely cursed by the Beast Not one single oysta all through Fort-Mahon We jump in the car and we rush to Cahon Prawns and fish everywhere, no oystaz left Quend Plage, Le Crotoy, Cayeux For nails we did these kilometers
Je ne vais plus la mer, il faut que je vous raconte Dans un tout petit resto, il y avait beaucoup de monde Je demandai des hutres, la serveuse me rpond: "dsole, i' n'a pu" J'avais pas l'air d'un con On a tout dchenill, c'est ainsi avec nous Quand on est contrari, on rigole pas des genoux Et aujourd'hui encore, et ce n'est vraiment pas de bol Tout le monde se souvient de Carnival In Coal On allait la mer... pour y manger des hutres... On allait la mer... pour y manger des hutres...
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