EN D’où you, d’où you, d’où Sablière !

[Intro] [brass fanfare, marching drums] D’où you, d’où you, d’où Sablière! D’où you, d’où you, d’où Sablière! [Verse 1] In the woods, by the stones, The naturists walk, free to roam. The Barjac gendarmes, On a mission, seek alarms! [Bridge] The sergeant shouts: “We’ll get them, mark my word! Forward! Hop-là! Hop-là!” [Chorus] [fast-paced rhythm, lively drums & brass] Wah, wah! They run too fast! Wah, wah! Another miss! Not a single nudist caught red-handed, Or rather… without a handbag! [Verse 2] The sergeant sighs in deep despair: “Soon they’ll be at City Hall, Stark naked to pay their tax, That will be the country’s fall!” [Chorus] I just want to catch one! Just one tiny little nudist! Or else… WAH WAH WAAAAAH! [Break] The sergeant shouts: “What is a nudist?” The gendarmes reply: “Sir, someone with no clothes, sir!” [Outro] [festive fanfare, parade rhythm] D’où you, d’où you, d’où Sablière! D’où you, d’où you, d’où Sablière! Hop-là!