True poetry to circulate!
The author deserves to be known.
I have a cushy little job,
I sleep well, I get up ***
No returns and no schedule,
No boss, no shareholders,
I preach to indiscriminately
Verses more or less perverse
No risk of me sack,
I am the Imam of the mosque!
No need to go grind,
I have a dozen toddlers
And every month, thanks to son
I cash allowances
I'm a lord, I'm an Imam
I have the right to be polygamous
And every night at the Casbah
I set sail on the mainmast.
It lets me do my little biz'ness
A woman and two or three mistresses
Here it's cool, it's happiness,
I have the cake and the beur!
I'm a bearded man, I'm a notable
A protected, an untouchable,
And I call my lawyer,
As soon as you clip my women in burqas.
While the French turbinent
To feed all my concubines,
I walk in j'me djellaba
France, as it is beautiful there!
Accoring to Google transalte anyway - you may get a clearer version from a native speaker - which I am not, and, it would appear, neither is Google!