*** LYRICS ***
The Legend of the Losers of Château de la Lande
Lalala lalala lalala lalala
Lalala lalala lalala
Stephanie, Stephanieee
With her joie de vivre she’s ivre de cupidité
Spending other people’s money every day
Without even an ounce of culpabilité
Her flogs have been a lifeline
With greed and grabbing so fine
Breathing life into a lost cause …
Marie, Marieee
Ma fleur de lit
As daft as one can be
She’s been exploited for hours
Fiddling with the flowers
In the farmhouse with the towers
And now she’s living in Brontë country
A real ‘success’ story …
Natti, Nathalieee
A true faux beauty
She’s always on the go
Taking care of all the cadeaux
And when the grabbing starts …
Lalala lalala lalala
Lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala
La Lande la Lande la Lande
Philip, Phileep
With passions so deep
For porcelain and prickly creatures sweet
With little rubbery noses and tiny feet
He has a striking sense of oddness
And is definitely ball-less
Looking at his camel toe …
Sillymar, Sillymar
Danced in like a woman from afar
And Stephanie is wondering
Who the hell you are
With Tatiana he is planning
New ways of grabbing
And the animals will miss
Your silly ways and words …
Dan is the Man
With a watering can
In his hand
He can spot a weed
A mile away
And in the mirror
Cos he couldn’t get
Any thinner
With his digger and his van
Dan can do what
No one else can …
Amauree, Amaureee
Is the cake and the cherry
He came over on the ferry
To do the panelling
Now he’s stripping off
For grannies
At least he’s not
In his jammies
Like Stephaneee, Stephaneee
The elusive Nick
Such a dick
Marie, Anthoine,
Isanotbelle and Gerry too
Have all come to be with you
Birds of a feather
All the losers are together
In la Lande, la Lande, la Lande …
Michael Potts, Cat, and Ruthie
Are there too
For the door is always open
For losers like you
Blahlala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala
La Lande la Lande la Lande
