Verse 1 Morning boots and coffee first, Out in the park before it gets worse. Rake the leaves, trim the line, Shovel the border, make it fine. Pick up branches, pile them high, Load the trailer, off we fly. Cut the grass and clear the way, Bienvenue to another château day. Chorus I’m the park ranger, allez, allez, Rake it, trim it, every day. Branches, leaves and muddy ground, There’s always one more job around. Oh là là, what a view, But someone has to clean it too. From the lake right to the gate, Park ranger life — we’re never late. Verse 2 Blow the paths and clear the drive, Keep the old park looking alive. Prune the hedge, cut back the vine, Straighten borders, make them shine. Move the logs, clear the tree, Drag the branches, one, two, three. Tip the trailer where no one sees, Très chic rubbish behind the trees. Chorus I’m the park ranger, allez, allez, Rake it, trim it, every day. Branches, leaves and muddy ground, There’s always one more job around. Oh là là, what a view, But someone has to clean it too. From the lake right to the gate, Park ranger life — we’re never late. Bridge Shovel, rake, Clip and blow, Where does all that rubbish go? Pas ici… Pas devant… Hide it somewhere très élégant. Trailer full, Boots all brown, Still we keep the château grounds. Final Chorus I’m the park ranger, c’est la vie, Keeping ten hectares tidy. Grass and gravel, lake and trees, Working underneath the breeze. Allez, allez, another round, There’s always something on the ground. Beautiful park, grand estate… And tomorrow we do it all again.
