Screed Of 'kin Chestnuts

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France
2023

"Screed Of 'kin Chestnuts"
Serge Fourcade

Music: Serge Fourcade
Lyrics: Serge Fourcade

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Lyrics

Never pick them dyed, never pick them,
Never pick them dyed.
Never pick them dyed, never pick them—

A cheese in pyjamas,
A dark jerk of yore, cleaned himself off
The world he ruled before,
Stared at his gems, then he mourned:
"Nevermore, nevermore!"
And stained his giant crystal, his twin
Crystal, his pride; therefore,
Youngsters, despise vain tinselly rocks galore.

Never pick them dyed, never pick them,
Never pick them dyed.
Never pick them dyed—

Never pick them dyed, never pick them,
Never pick them dyed.
Never pick them dyed, never pick them—

Perceive that fruit of gore
As waste, some dazzling kind of eyesore,
Since guys, slowly dying,
Drop like a decaying spore.
Stan said he'd get the stone
Himself at the store near the drear shore;
Planes flew adverts above
And the Prime Minister resigned the whole chore.

Never pick them dyed, never pick them,
Never pick them dyed.
Never pick them dyed, never pick them,
Never pick them dyed.
Never pick them dyed, never pick them,
Never pick them dyed.