So, one last thing. To go and have a drink, all together. And as an introduction, it looks like we're all going to the bistro. To the saloon. Look. A little brisket, please. Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop And even up to my private life In any case, I discovered I can sell my soul to the devil With him, we can get along So far, everything is negotiable But you won't have My freedom of thought Hey! Take my bed, the gold records My good mood The little spoons Everything you have in your eyes has value And I have nothing more to do Even if I have to take everything, don't forget The sheet hidden under the shelf Everything that is beautiful and counts for me I prefer it to go to the toilet I dedicate my body to science If there is something to take Thank you. And that it gives you good conscience But you won't have My freedom of thought My freedom of thought Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Take my pockets off the table It's been a long time since they were dug Lower my skirt, I can do it But you won't have My freedom of thought Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Thank you, Nice! Thank you, Nice!