Ça y est, le disque d'or est dans l'bât' 7 Le sept, le sept, le disque d'or est dans l'bât' 7 Le sept, le sept, est dans l'bât' 7 Ouais, ouais, ouais, hé (Laytebeats) Hé, le disque d'or, il est là, là Il est dans l'bât' 7, il est dans l'50k aussi, ouais

Close your eyes, Close your eyes. Close your eyes Put your head on my shoulder and sleep. And I will close mine. Let's pretend that we're both counting sheep. This is divine. Music play, Something dreamy for dancing,

Heart's are what I'm breakin' Pain is what I'm showin' Love is what I'm takin' Stay away from me I sleep, but I don't rest So, down is where I'm goin' Down is where I'm goin' Love's what I'm takin' There's a strong man lives up in Jackson hole

When you're smiling The whole world smiles with you When you're laughing The sun comes shining through But when you're crying You bring on the rain So stop your sighing be happy again Keep on smiling 'Cause when you're smiling

Oh yeah, oh yeah ah, ah, ah ah Darlin' makes 'em do it now (Busted) hey (Busted) hey, yeah Ah ah ah ah ah ah Hey, hey mama said the way you move Gon' make you sweat, gon' make you groove Ah ah child way ya shake that thing Gon' make you burn, gon' make

She on my surfboard board-board-board-board-board-board Let the ocean takes us away Till we see the daylight And I know that it's getting late But we wanna stay She on my surfboard board (Gone ride it, surfboard)

Plastic bag in the sea Mysterious form, soul in the dark Under this heavy sealing concrete waves Followed by servants, funeral cortège This pale ghost is gathering his strength Ghost, pale, the procession is crawling Plastic form dead things, it is now

Seagull carry me, over land and sea To my own folk, that's where I want to be Every beat of my heart Tears me further apart I'm lost and alone in the dark I'm going home Through these misty eyes I see lonely skies Lonely road to Babylon

Could this thing last But the age of miracles, hadn't past The sun was shining everywhere A foggy day, in London town I viewed the morning, with alarm The British museum, had lost its charm For suddenly, I saw you there And through foggy London town I

This is love This is what I'm made with She likes the shark print with the zip-up High hats with the hiccups Dark tints on the pickup Pineapples and liquor She moves with the machine Play the game to change it This is how it is to be