In all of America, in all of the shops, we could only hear that refrain. Pa-re-re, pa-re-re, pa-ra-ra Pa-re-re, pa-re-re, pa-ra-ra Three musical notes, three epidemic notes Which began to attack me The day before I got up I already had that refrain on my lips I chased it away from my memory And found deep in my bathtub In the business dinners, the most austere people Told me with a wink, sing to us Pa-re-re, pa-re-re, pa-ra-ra Pa-re-re, pa-re-re, pa-ra-ra I went back to France, looking for deliverance But in Orly I heard singing Pa-re-re, pa-re-re, pa-ra-ra Pa-re-re, pa-re-re, pa-ra-ra The customers told me, sing this funny song We'll see your suitcases another time In front of my house, I was exhausted I was happy to close my door I began to enjoy the calm When all of a sudden I heard my wife From the bottom of her kitchen, her hands in the flour She was singing this tune Pa-re-re, pa-re-re, pa-ra-ra Pa-re-re, pa-re-re, pa-ra-ra As I was angry, she told me, you have to do it On the radio, that's all you hear Pa-re-re, pa-re-re, pa-ra-ra Pa-re-re, pa-re-re, pa-ra-ra Pa-re-re, pa-re-re, pa-ra-ra Pa-re-re, pa-re-re, pa-ra-ra Pa-re-re, pa-re-re, pa-ra-ra Pa-re-re, pa-re-re, pa-ra-ra Pa-re-re, pa-re-re, pa-ra-ra Pa-re-re, pa-re-re, pa-ra-ra