Bran Van 3000 - Une Chanson lyrics
Yeah yeah, microphone check, 1, 2, 3... In the place to be, It is I, the R-K-A-D-E, Dropping poems on your telephone. And it goes a little like this: The tears of a clown make the whole world laugh; hee hee. And on that note, man, just give me a call, alright? Peace. End of message. People fly...