The frizzed hair,
The collar eighteen feet high,
Ah they are zazou!

The finger like that in the air
The jacket which is dawdles on the ground
Ah they are zazou!

They have pants of an incredible cutting
Which arrive a little in the top of knees
And come rain come shine, they have an umbrella,
Of big dark glasses,
And then especially,
They look like disgusted.

Ils sont zazous! - Johnny Hess