EN All naked in the tomatoes - Tout nus dans les tomates

(Verse 1) In the village, everyone’s at ease, Out in the open, no shirts, no jeans. But right in front of the grocery store, Suddenly, it's chaos galore! You see people searching for clothes, Like the sky is about to fall, Like the cashier’s gonna scream: “Oh my God, a body… quick, hide it all!” (Chorus) But who said we have to get dressed? Germs are everywhere, don’t be obsessed. That old T-shirt you’ve worn three days, Is way nastier than a body that stays! Oh yeah, stop making a fuss, We’re not sitting naked in the lettuce! (Verse 2) Look at that guy in swim trunks tight, Thinking he’s doing hygiene right. His briefs are three days old, Yet he swears he’s cleaner than gold? And that lady with her grand sarong, Dragging it like a curtain long, But that damp and stuffy sheet, Might just be the real disease! (Chorus – Variation) But who said we have to get dressed? Bacteria love old cotton at best. A body rinsed in sun and air, Is much cleaner than clothes worn everywhere! Oh yeah, stop making a fuss, We’re not sitting naked in the tomatoes! (Instrumental Bridge – Cool Sax Solo) (Verse 3) So next time when it happens to you, Standing outside, unsure what to do, Just remember your skin is clean, It’s only your brain stuck in between. Go grab your bread, no need to hide, With a calm and peaceful smile, And if someone pulls a face, Just tell them: “Go wash your jeans!” (Final Chorus – With Scat) Ba da ba da, don’t overthink, Oh yeah, stop making a fuss, We’re not sitting naked in the olives! (Outro – Walking Bass, Fade Out on Scat and a Playful Laugh from the Singer.)