I've got a feeling that you should know
That we could leave anytime
There's a place I found we could goInto the sun we will hide
Waking up I'm gettin so excited
The air outside is so warm
Forget the city we will reach the country
Right to the sun we will drive

Oh I know...This could be our time / this could be a fine time
I've got a feeling that you should know
That this could be our time
the grass is green we hear the birds are singing into the sun we feel fine
Oh I know...This could be our time / this could be a fine time

MR BEGGIN’ME
I’m the guy who paints the walls all pink, white, red and green

Yellow, blue, black, purple, orange
lime and gray

Moving like the bouncy ball, I bump your clouds away

Ain't no goddamn chains to slow me down today

Boys and girls, stay with me 'cause I got so much to say

Listen up! Get down! All good ? Now it's
time to play!

I was made to lift you up, to send you all to sky and
space

I'm your best shot if you need a dream to chase

I'm sure you'll be back for more, I'm such a sight to see

When your day's all wrong, y'all know the place to be

Jump on board my ship of gold, we're leaving in a bit

It's a free ride if you're ready, take a trip

I'm Mister Beggin'me x2

Take your time you'll find you're fine with Beggin'me

Vous avez choisi?
Caviar d’aubergines, betteraves,
Oeuf mayonnaise, choux rouges,
Nems crevettes, salade,
Beignets d’oignons,Terrine de foie de lapin,
Melon, tartar de saumon,
Assiette de crudités,
Salade de tomates,
Avocats.
Escalope normande, poulet Tandoori,
Confit de canard, épinards hachés,
Foie gras poilé, mijoté de boeuf,Entrecôte bien grillée, côtes de porc,
Tarte aux poireaux, poulet au curry,
Dorade royale, crêpes ou soupe.
Euh… qu’est-ce que je prends?
Tarte mirabelle, crumble aux pommes,Crème aux oeufs, cannelés,
Sorbets cassis, crème brûlée,
Sorbet passion, sorbet framboise,
Pain perdu, mille-feuilles,
Salade de fruits, tiramisu,
Crème au chocolat, mousse au chocolat,
Tarte Tatin ou tarte abricots.
Bah, y’a pas de boisson?

Italiano:
A Londra sono stato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,
A Londra sono stato a mangiare un po’ di gnocchi.
Il cuoco mi ha servito, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, dei gnocchi cosi cotti,
Che sembrano cemento!
A Parigi sono stato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,
A Parigi sono stato a mangiare maccheroni.
Il cuoco mi ha servito, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,
Tre scarsi maccheroni, che del gusto solo l’ombra!
Ah, Mamma!
Ah Mamma
!Ah Mamma mia, la tua pasta,
Al po-po-po-po-po-po-po-mo-do-ro,
Nessuno la fà, con la tua salsa
Con pep-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-ron-ni.
Dei ravioli, dei tortellini,
E l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-glio d'o-li-va,
Da mamma mamma mia, io son' in paradiso,
Da mam-ma mam-ma mi-a, io son in pa-pa-ra-diso.
A Pechino loro fanno, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,
A Pechino loro fanno
Stranissimi spaghetti.
Mangiar con le bacchette, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,
Ma mangiar con le bacchette, c'è da diventar matto!
A Miami ho ordinato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,
A Miami ho ordinato
Pesto e parmigiano.
E che mi hanno portato? Mamma mia, Mamma mia,
E che mi hanno portato?
Ketchup e coca cola!Ah, Mamma!
Ah Mamma mia, la tua pasta,
Al po-po-po-po-po-po-po-mo-do-ro,
Nessuno la fà, con la tua salsa
Con pep-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-ron-ni.
Dei ravioli, dei tortellini,
E l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-glio d'o-li-va,
Da mamma mamma mia, io son' in paradiso,
Da mam-ma mam-ma mi-a, io son in pa-pa-ra-diso.


Français:
Je suis allé à Londres, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Je suis allé à Londres manger des gnocchis.Le chef m’a servi, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Des gnocchis tellement cuits,Qu’on aurait dit du ciment.
Je suis allé à Paris, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Je suis allé à Paris manger des maccheronis.Le chef m’a servit, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Trois pauvres maccheronis, qui n’avait que l’ombre de leur goût
!
Ah Mamma mia, tes pâtesAux tomates,Personne ne sait la faireAvec ta sauce aux piments.Des raviolis, des tortellinis,Et l’huile d’olive,De maman, Mamma mia, je suis au paradis
A Pekin il font, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,A Pekin il fontD’étranges spaghettis.Manger avec les baguettes, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Mais manger avec les baguettes, c’est à devenir fou

A Miami j’ai commandé, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,A Miami j’ai commandé,Du pesto et du parmesan.Et qu’est-ce qu’ils m’ont apporté
?Du ketchup et du coca cola
!!


English:
I went to London, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,I went to London and ate gnocchi.The chef served me, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Gnocchi so overcookedYou’d have thought it was cement.
I went to Paris Mamma mia, Mamma mia,I went to Paris and ate maccheroni,
The chef served me, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Three poor maccheroni, a pale shadow.
Ah
!Mamma mia,

your pastaWith tomatoes,No one, can make it your spicy sauceMamma’s ravioli, tortellini,And olive oilMamma mia I am in heaven
In Peking they make Mamma mia, Mamma mia,In Peking they make strange spaghettiTo eat with chopsticks,

Mamma mia, Mamma mia,But to eat with chopsticks is to go crazy.
In Miami I ordered Mamma mia, Mamma mia,In Miami I orderedPesto and parmesan.And what did they bring me?Ketchup and a Coca cola!!