vendredi 1 mai 2009

Visite au Père Lachaise

Petite ballade au Père Lachaise... Désolé, je n'y tenais plus:

Le colombarium...



Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same.

There's a green one and a pink one

And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses

All went to the university,

Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same,


And there's doctors and lawyers,
And business executives,

And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.


And they all play on the golf course
And drink their martinis dry,

And they all have pretty children
And the children go to school,

And the children go to summer camp

And then to the university,

Where they are put in boxes
And they come out all the same.


And the boys go into business

And marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky

And they all look just the same.


There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky

And they all look just the same.

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