Kekeland

I know ten cock suckers
And a little asshole
A hundred mother fuckers
So I'm never alone.

You know I am the queen
The queen of Kékéland
My sea is ever green
My palace full of sand.

I wear veiled battle dress
Covered with pearls and roses
I'm the royal mistress
Of the bodies and soul.

My subjects are kékés
With big red eyes and hair
They live in blue valleys
Travel in montgolfière.

They go to the market
Drinking boiling liquors
They buy a pretty poet
Come back to eat pepper.

You know I am the queen
The queen of Kékéland
My sea is ever green
My palace full of sand.

Kékés are always drunk
'Cause they smell finest airs
Each keeps an old punk
In white bed full of flowers.

They have under their skin
The beloved precious Lord
That makes them laugh and grin
When they go overboard.

If one day the missiles
Come for the big finish
Kékés will keep their smile
They know how to vanish.

You know I am the queen
The queen of Kékéland
My sea is ever green
My palace full of sand.