Part II, for good measure... (The Last Video — Chip Taylor)
Thu 28 May, 2020 03:17 pm
Sun 31 May, 2020 01:24 am
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Georges Brassens -- Hecatomb
At the Brive-La-Gaillarde market,
A dispute once arose, about onions,
Dozens of strapping wenchs
Started tearing each other's hair.
On foot, on horseback, by car,
The police, ill inspired,
Came to try their luck
Interrupting the brawl.
But the world over, shamelessly,
It's a well-established custom
That as soon as it's time to thrash the cops,
Everyone become friendly.
These shrews, losing all sense of proportion,
Started to pounce on the puppets,
And gave I can assure you,
A most adorable show.
Seeing these brave cops,
Within an ace of death,
I was delighted because I adore them,
In the shape of maccabees.
From the attic room where I reside,
I was exciting the fierce arms
Of the copicide shrews
By screaming "Hip, Hip, Hip, Hourra!"
Frantic, one of them ties up
An old sergeant
And have him scream "down with the cops,
Death to the laws, long live anarchy!"
Another one stuffs roughly
The skull of one of these oafs
Between her gigantic buttocks
That she tightens as a vise.
The fattier of these females,
Opening her dilated blouse,
Beats up with her ouders,
Those who come to the fore
And they fall, fall, fall, fall.
According to informed opinions,
Apparently this hecatomb
Was the greatest of all time.
Finally, judging that their victims
Had had their fill of blows
These shrews, as an ultimate insult,
Before returning to their business,
These shrews -- I can hardly dare,
to tell it 'cause it's so petty --
Tried to cut out their balls.
Fortunately, they didn't have any...