I said how could I write so great beautiful songs Someone now thinks Caton wrote them all Now I like to speak just about silly things I said So today, the smurfs again How can they be so blue, so short, so sweet Smurf, you're like me we're three apples tall at least But if you ask me why I don't know I don't know I don't know But maybe that's the new concept Where the smurfs are like the bees in the garden now They live in mushrooms, the new sin symbols And where the smurfette's forced to sell her But how Said how They forced you to submit your soul Poor lady in blue she sings Small shy, oh my oh my Won't even try To make something out of himself And if you look, please smile He'll run a mile The poor little, silly shy smurf The smurfette is the mary magdalene Gargamel is the Bush America And if you ask me why I don't know I don't know I don't know And so in my new concept The smurfette is risen as feminine The smurfs are the archetype Of what societies could be And I'd like to live in mushrooms I'll come with you little silly smurfs Smurfette don't be worried Of being the only woman now I'll be with you in these dark nights When they'll try to submit you Poor lady in blue We'll be together