In the village, without pretension I have a bad reputation Whether I'm struggling or staying cool I pass for a I-don't-know-what Yet I am not harming anyone Following my path as a little man. But the good people don't like that We follow a different road than them No, the good people don't like that We follow a different road than them. Everyone is laughing at me Except the dumb ones, it goes without saying. The day of July 4 I stay in my cozy bed The music that walks in step It's none of my business. Yet I am not harming anyone By not listening to the sounding bugle. But the good people don't like that We follow a different road than them No, the good people don't like that We follow a different road than them. Everyone is pointing fingers at me Except the penguins, it goes without saying. When I run into an unlucky thief Pursued by an ass-earther I throw the paw and, why shut him up? The earthy ass ends up on the floor. Yet I am not harming anyone By letting the apple thieves run. But the good people don't like that We follow a different road than them No, the good people don't like that We follow a different road than them. Everyone is rushing at me Except the dead ends, it goes without saying. No need to be Jeremy To guess the fate that is promised to me If they find a rope to their liking They'll pass it around my neck. Yet I am not harming anyone Following the paths that do not lead to Rome. But the good people don't like that We follow a different road than them No, the good people don't like that We follow a different road than them. Everyone will come to see me hanged Except the blind, of course
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