It’s not those mics called the overheads
And it’s not those crystals that fit into the palm of my hands
No they won’t crack the safe where I piled hundreds of words just for you
Will you try to keep me even if I never break the silence ?

You’re my doudou boy, you’re my hut, you are my intimate shed
I like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned

We’ll have to gamble
Conceal our secrets
We’ll have to set aside
Our rusty strings
Lead and metals pointed upon us
Our disclocated concerto
Shine and shine with our groovy frequencies
Shall we try to keep on even if we’re never in tune ?

You’re my doudou boy, you’re my hut, you are my intimate shed
I like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned

And if it was a perfect love, it wouldn’t be the same tune
Wouldn’t you miss those dirty sounds… untuned ?
Untuned…

Far down the sea there's a king traveling
starfish glows for the king: "this way, my lord"
deep on the sea, oh the king sees the queen
heading close to the queen: "we made it, my dear"

Oh the prince's coming in, calling queen and the king
sun shines through, warm water and blue
Now wait out a second, there's something coming in
king and queen disappear, my prince stays here

It's a tuna or a cod, a submarine how odd
I'll wait out there, see if they care
A ship with a man, seahorse jumping out of sand
steaming fast as a dream, you stay here my prince

Oh i'll swam through the sea, past that big funny machine
i love that game, now catch me if you can