They didn't like the morning 
They didn't like the heat 
They didn't believe in sacrifice 
They believed in the moonlight 
Is there a light in their sight 
Is there a light in their sight 

Les zazous 
Les zazous 
Les zazous 
Les zazous 

They're a part 
Of the something 
Not the something 
Les Zazous partout 
What they like 
Is what they feel 
But they've found no answer 
To what they feel 

Le zazou 
Le zazou 
Le zazou 
Le zazou 

What they say 
Let them say 
If it rains, let it rain 
The bubble will burst one day 
The bubble will burst that's what they say 

Les zasous 

What they like 
Is what they feel 
What they see 
Is what they get 
If they're happy 
They move their bodies 
Hear the ladies 
Do you hear the ladies?


(c) T.C. Matic