Howdy Michel, it's been a while
since I last saw you hanging out in my alleys.
I'm doing fine, what about you?
They say you're headed for trouble.
Your cheeks are gaunt, your hands callused
and you can't seem to walk straight.
You really got me worried there, mate.
They say you're quite far gone.
Looks like it's not all wine and roses
that white stuff.
What are you having? Not thirsty, eh?
You need your fix, you're broke and stuck.
Come on, have a beer, that won't hurt you.
That's legal dope, and cheap. Enjoy it!
By the way, you owe me a few quid. No big deal,
but still, I've had quite enough of your little scams.
I coughed up for your rehab, you were supposed
to go South and regain your health.
Is it cheaper to come by in Villefranche
the white stuff?
It seems your chick dumped you and took your wheels too.
Looks like her looks and her bum would no longer get you hard
Well frankly you were just too good for her
No really, I'm not taking the piss, and I'm not being cruel either.
Anyway, you're all alone now, poor sod.
And now you're giving me that sad spaniel look.
You're quite the speedster, but you're out of steam.
Just a bleak stare in smoke and mirrors
There's really one thing left that gets you going:
that white stuff.
Maybe you're right, I'm lecturing you like an old fart,
but at least I'm a living old fart, and quite peachy.
You're so messed-up while I'm feeling great.
I'm not quoting
Bashung there, rather Nietzche.
You sniff a rail while I guzzle a can of beer,
While you get high I smoke my two packs.
To each his own, to each his guilty pleasures.
Some are more expensive than others though
I'd rather leave you perched on your branch
with your white stuff
Well, so long Michel, see you soon.
Let's call each other and have a bite, right?
And now let me tell you, just flash me a smile
and you can forget all the things I just said, promise.
Now if I stumble on your dealer, I'll run a blade
right through his heart, for a good pal's sake.
That might be tricky, since the bastard
probably doesn't even have one.
You'll be resting well before him under
a white shroud.
Trying to write convincing slang is likely to end up in disaster, but what the hell...