Mr.b The Gentleman Rhymer Guy Debord Lyrics

Take a train now with me
To the land of 20th century philosophers

Bon, alors

Maintenant

When Guy Debord and I were bored
He said to me, "It's not Guy, it's Guy"
"It's Guy not Guy", said I
"That's right", said he
Who was not Guy but Guy
"I see", said I to Guy not Guy
"I see not why you mystify
To keep your numbers low not high's
No way to revolutionise
And change everyday life"
I asked my friend called Guy not Guy
"To make you see, I have no time
Talk to my friend Raoul Vaneigem"
"Vaneigem", said I, said he "Vaneigem
You get it wrong quite every time"
"Well never mind", said I to Guy
"Do try to tell me why you fry
My mind with jargon, it's so French"
"It's Guy", he said all rather tense "Sod you", I said and thence
Went off to find a serving wench
A G&T was off to me
While guys would spout philosophies
To other guys, or is it guys
Or maybe gees, oh help me please
Escape these dull adversaries
Their theories are absurdities
They're such a bore, although they're drunk
I'm amazed that they invented punk

When Guy Debord and I were bored
He said to me, "It's not Guy, but Guy
And anyway, boredom's never ever revolutionary"

I have scarcely begun to make you understand that I don't intend to play the game

We have a world of pleasure to win, and nothing to lose but boredom

Ne travaillez, ne travaillez, ne travaillez, jamais!
Ne travaillez, ne travaillez, ne travaillez, jamais!

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