Ce qu'on voit derriere les grilles C'est pas le sourire des filles Ce qu'on boit depuis le ruisseau C'est pas le sang du bordeaux Ce que l'on voit derriere
Music by J.J. Johnson - Lyrics by Jon Hendricks He's got that funny name An' ramblin' that's his game, that's it He's Rambo, talkin' bout Me! We'll
RAMBO-RSE RAMBO-RSE RAMBO-RSE RAMBO-RSE RAMBO-RSE RIMBA RIMBA RIMBA RIMBA RIMBA ROMBI ROMBI ROMBI ROMBI ROMBI RUMBA RUMBA RUMBA RUMBA RUMBA Vieni a casa
When I was little I wanted to be king I built castles in the air but never found my way in For a week I was Rambo but couldn't take the pace Then I thought
I wish I was back in Vietnam Killing all those gooks for Uncle Sam Living in Boston just don't pay There's no surfing in Dorchester Bay Kill or be
I wish I was back in Vietnam Killing all those gooks for Uncle Sam Living in Boston just don't pay There's no surfing in Dorchester Bay Kill or be killed
La jambe de Rimbaud De retour a Marseille Comme un affreux cargo Charge d'etrons vermeils Derive en immondices A travers les egouts La beaute fut assise
I think you seem to press down the person who is not pleased by the false charge. [Justice is being done.] is what you always say, but I can't believe