Y a un pétard, le plus joli des pétards
Et puis y a un duplo, le plus joli des duplos
Enfin, y a un calot, le plus rond de tous les calots
Derrière l’radia qu’était chez moi
et tralonla lonlère et tralonla lonla …
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