In front of Guillemins station.
In line they stand,
Scrutinizin’ me,
From head to toes
As they would do for a cow,
And then start to shout:
«Something ‘s missin’ in this man!»
	
My brain got a hole in it,
My throat got a hole in it,
My bowel got a hole in it,
I can’t drink no beer.
My brain got a hole in it,
My coat got a hole in it,
My coffin got a hole in it,
I can’t drink no beer.
	
I could say I am
A well-known gentleman.
I invite myself
In the best social parties.
But as soon I ‘m in,
It does not stop
And I hear : «See what a fool,
We must make him drop!»
	
Some day in Brussels,
On the piazza of Palaces,
I ask the sentinel :
«Could I see His Majesty.»
The guy says: «Follow me,
He’s waitin’ for you.»
But Albert tells me:
«Your blues makes me mew!
Cause your brain got a hole in it», etc.