Concorde Blues

Fasten your Champaign we're taking of
The Concorde blues will cure your love
Sonic dreams wake up the night
Unknown destiny for this flight

Adieu Paris, bye bye New York
Lights go out, we live in the dark
Speeding is sin and no more for joy
you're being watched, so eat your chop Choy

Taking dreams for credit for free
It wasn't in colors and we couldn't see
We've enjoyed the comfort of your leader seats
But the pilots were wolves and we are the meat

A steak of mad cow won a Michelin star
confessed it was horse, later drunk at the bar
It has been fabulous so high in the sky
Faster than a bullet, we tell you no lie

They’ve chained you up in a little garage
And with your our dreams of progress so far
You French and you British, please grow up
Our children are asking: Who fucked it up?

Tsjarlie Tsjapling Original version