In the poussière of Ohio
Wearing his beautiful chapeau
But who's this caballero ?
On his cheval y craint personne,
Les rattlesnakes, y s'en tamponne
Like the Peaux-Rouges or the Dalton
Lucky Luke
Il a pas peur de personne
Lucky Luke
Pas surtout des Dalton
He rides in le soleil couchant
With his fidèle Rantanplan
Who is pas très intelligent,
He's the empereur of the Far-West
When he dégains his revolver
He can shoo a fly d'un seul geste
Give my sincères condoléances
To all the gibiers de potence
He'll kick you exactiy où j'pense
He always gives a coup de main
To the veuve or the orphelin
He's a real good américain
In the désert there is personne
Never a coup de téléphone
He's a cowboy, poor & lonesome
When he enters the saloon
Nobody wants to make the clown
You don't rigole in this cartoon !