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SMIC,
SMAC, SMOC
SMIC,
SMAC, SMOC
Original French Text by Catherine Desage
English Lyric by Hal Shaper
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Gentlemen three of the highway are we,
namely Smic, Smac, Smoc.
Under the crust and the dirt and the dust,
we are Smic, Smac, Smoc.
Watching the world clocking in,
clocking out to the tic, tac, tock.
What does it means
that you'll never be free?
Why should we choke in the smell
and the smoke of the flic, flac, flock ?
Gentlemen three of the highway,
we'd rather be Smic, Smac, Smoc.
What have you done?
Where have you been?
Under the sun
what have you seen?
Have you looked at the skies?
Gentlemen three of the highway are we,
namely Smic, Smac, Smoc.
Under the crust and the dirt and the dust,
we are Smic, Smac, Smoc.
Watching the world clocking in,
clocking out to the tic, tac, tock.
What does it means
that you'll never be free?
Why should we follow the limp and
the loll of the flic, flac, flock ?
Spring is a stream,
Summer is a bliss,
Autumn's a dream,
Winter's a kiss.
Have you opened your eyes?
Smic, Smac, Smoc,
Smic, Smac, Smoc,
Smic, Smac, Smoc,
Simply looked at the skies?
Simply opened your eyes?
Smic, Smac, Smoc.
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