Du temps de nos jeunesses folles,

lors de lunes très passées mais vives encore dans nos mémoires grimoires,

on écoutait ça :







Bien sûr, ça y'a un côté basique, genre artillerie lourde du rock, mais bon, de temps en temps, c'est plaisant, et puis quoi, c'est chevillé au coeur depuis des années, qu'est ce que j'y peux, moi ?


Faites comme lui :

I'm giving up my worrying
It doesn't fit my way
I've had enough of worrying
And messing up my day

Somebody made me laugh today
It changed the way I am
He terrorised the neighbourhood
So I can take the blame

If I take a look - just a little look
I know I'll be too late
So shall I take a look - 'cos every time I look
Little, little, just a little late

I'm giving up my worrying
It doesn't fit my way
I've had enough of worrying
And messing up my day

It doesn't help me listening
To everything I hear
It doesn't make no difference
It never is too clear

I saw a look-alike today
He was a lot to see
He was familiar anyway
He looked a lot like me

Shall I take a look - just a little look
It isn't very clear
Oh every time I look - if I take a look
Little, little, just a little late

I'm giving up my worrying
It doesn't fit my way
I've had enough of worrying
And messing up my day

It doesn't help me listening
To everything I hear
It doesn't make no difference
It never is too clear

I'm giving up my worrying
I've had enough of worrying
I'm giving up my worrying
I've had enough of worrying
I'm giving up my worrying
I've had enough of worrying