Just like an old man,
I play my lonely song
Just like an old man
I play to get along
I got my own style, you got your own style
I got my own style, you got your own style

Au bout du cimetière
Dans l'allée tout au fond
À six pieds sous terre,
À deux on se morfond
Moi j'avais mon style, toi t'avais ton style
Existe-t-il un autre style?

We are the dusty men
We are the dusty men
Like an old time, like an old time like an old time song
We are the dusty men
We are the dusty men
Like an old time, like an old time like an old time song

Hey toi l'Englishman, enlève donc ton chapeau
What? What you say man? And don't speak my mother tongue
Cause I got my own style, you got your own style
Yeah I got my own style, you got your own style

Poussière tous les deux
Poussière tous les deux
Poussière tous les deux
Poussière tous les deux
Existe-t-il un autre style ?

We are the dusty men
We are the dusty men
Like an old time, like an old time like an old time song
We are the dusty men
We are the dusty men
Like an old time, like an old time like an old time song
We are the dusty men
We are the dusty men
Like an old time, like an old time like an old time song
We are the dusty men
We are the dusty men
Like an old time, like an old time like an old time song

Poussière, danse dans la poussière, suis nous
Poussière, danse dans la poussière, suis nous
Poussière, danse dans la poussière, suis nous
Poussière, danse dans la poussière, suis nous

We are the dusty men
We are the dusty men
Like an old time, like an old time like an old time song
We are the dusty men
We are the dusty men
Like an old time, like an old time like an old time song