Just like an old man, I play my lonely song Just like an old man I play to get along I got my own style, you got your own style I got my own style, you got your own style
Au bout du cimetière Dans l'allée tout au fond À six pieds sous terre, À deux on se morfond Moi j'avais mon style, toi t'avais ton style Existe-t-il un autre style?
We are the dusty men We are the dusty men Like an old time, like an old time like an old time song We are the dusty men We are the dusty men Like an old time, like an old time like an old time song
Hey toi l'Englishman, enlève donc ton chapeau What? What you say man? And don't speak my mother tongue Cause I got my own style, you got your own style Yeah I got my own style, you got your own style
Poussière tous les deux Poussière tous les deux Poussière tous les deux Poussière tous les deux Existe-t-il un autre style ?
We are the dusty men We are the dusty men Like an old time, like an old time like an old time song We are the dusty men We are the dusty men Like an old time, like an old time like an old time song We are the dusty men We are the dusty men Like an old time, like an old time like an old time song We are the dusty men We are the dusty men Like an old time, like an old time like an old time song
Poussière, danse dans la poussière, suis nous Poussière, danse dans la poussière, suis nous Poussière, danse dans la poussière, suis nous Poussière, danse dans la poussière, suis nous
We are the dusty men We are the dusty men Like an old time, like an old time like an old time song We are the dusty men We are the dusty men Like an old time, like an old time like an old time song