We live on the Rue Marceau
Vingt-et-un le numéro
We play in zee Park Marceau
Everyday it's there we go
We do things Mama don't know
She too busy with her beau
And everyday we hop and skip
And fight and jump and fall down
We don't care how bad we are
We only get a call down
After school how ?
And we do not give a good big damn
We play 'oops et ra-ra-ra
We bump into zee big fat man
We play 'oops in the park all day
Mama, she scold, she say, "Eh, eh, eh!"
You mustn't knock over the gentleman with the whip
And we play 'oops
And we write words upon big fence
For only forty malipense
All day long we play avec les 'oops
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