Jean-Yves song

You talk to me in reedy French
your breath it has a garlic stench
I've really had enough of you Jean-Yves
You take my books, you never ask
Then you drive back to Villeneuve d'Ascq
it really is too much for me Jean-Yves

REFRAIN

Jean-Yves, Jean-Yves, Jean-Yves, Jean-Yves
please oh please get off my phone
Jean-Yves, Jean-Yves, Jean-Yves, Jean-Yves
Are you still talking to Edinburgh or Rome?

You come down in my dressing gown
You take my car, go into town
For that you are renowned Jean-Yves.
You pick your nose with cocktail sticks
while holding forth on politics
sometimes it makes me sick Jean-Yves.

You defend the rights of the fonctionnaires
but why you do it isn't clar
You've been on RMI for all these years Jean-Yves
You've read up on Marx and Engels
which you discuss and eat my Pringles
you're what they call un vieux Bobo, Jean-Yves

You love to go to le ciné
Cut price tickets on tuesday
Then you take my Cahiers Jean-Yves.
Some francs you gave to "Resto du coeur"
-assisted "sans-abris" and "beurs"
we'll be meeting tout a l'heure, Jean-Yves.