Pour ceux et celles qui ne pigent rien à mon accent québécois, voici les lyrics. L'a pô camplli... Non non non, l'a peau qu'on plie... Non non non, l'appat con plie, non, non, non l'est pas con l'ptit. Non, traduisez il n'a pas compris.
I'm gonna be your "gonna be"
I'm gonna be your "gonna be"
I'm gonna be your "gonna be"
I'm gonna be your "gonna be"
I'm gonna be your "gonna be"
I'm gonna be your "gonna be"
I'm gonna be your "gonna be"
I'm gonna be your "gonna be"
I'm gonna be your "gonna be"
I'm gonna zguenn to the street of San Francisco
I'm gonna zguenn to the street of Paris now,
I'm gonna zguenn to the street of New York City
I'm gonna zguenn until I'm going to zguenn
Because I'm a singer my momma's gonna be happy
I'm gonna have a lot of money and lot of girls
Because I have a gros coeur, I'm going to share it with the Bangladesh
And raise lot of kids from the quartier of Marrakech
I want to be the president of The United States
Because i want to help the world to be the best
I believe in the power of the government
Because they came from outer space to save us
Here down on earth you can see
There is a place for fucking clowns to be healthy
One day my brother you'll have a job
You will be killing chickens to make ice creams
I'm gonna be your "gonna be"
I'm gonna be your "gonna be"
I'm gonna be your "gonna be"
I'm gonna be your "gonna be"
I'm gonna be your "gonna be"
I'm gonna be your "gonna be"
I'm gonna be your "gonna be"
I'm gonna be your "gonna be"