Nothing but deserts now left for France!
Hang it! That will not do!
Therefore DELONCLE her claims must advance,
Mighty they are, nor few.
Right from Oubanghi unto Lake Tchad,
Through Wadai and Ba-gir-mi!
JOHNNY, my lad, I shall be glad
If you'll make room for ME!
Chorus.
JOHNNY, make room for DELONCLE,