These French ladies are hilarious. If we had more white ladies like this we would be ok. I'll translate the lyrics but the TLDR a migrant named jakadi shows up in France and has nowhere to sleep or work so they give him a list of the names and addresses of all the famous rich people who are always telling French people how they need to take more migrants and he runs around going to all their mansions like a liberal Algerian pop star in France called Isabelle Adjani and the dumb liberal actresses most of whom are jews Juliette Binoche, Carole Bouquete, Josiane Balasko, Muriel Robin, Charlotte de Turkheim, Anne Roumanoff, muslim french actor Dany Boon, director Guillaume Canet, jewish french actor Jean Benguigui, Algerian singer Charles Aznavour who claims he had to get a nose job because of racism, a jewish doctor who works for doctors without borders but cant help because its Shabbat and jews can't work on that day or deal with migrants, the globalist great reset billionaire Jacques Attali, and the migrant is told the excuses they all have for why they can't help him and they are very busy but they love that he came to France of course but he needs to go away and they always tell him the next idiot who loves migrants will help him. They rip every French hollywood asshole. Calais is where all the migrants land in France. Its called the Calais Jungle. Jakadi seems to be everything liberals like in France. Its a designer store. Theres a commie group of teachers whose school is named Jakadi. Theres a negro basketball player in France named Jakadi too. Probably a lot of cats named Jakadi too. Jakadi des millions it's the story of a little guy who doesn't know where to sleep the calais jungle it's a bad memory we give him the list of a band of histrionics internationalists who wear their hearts on their sleeve Monday in Paris with eyes shining with hope at Madame Adjani's he gallops without delay my darling sorry I have no room go see carole bouquete she lives in a palace jakadi millions, millions are needed jakadi millions, we want millions jakadi millions but not in my house when he rings at Carole's to find a bed she shouts at him I'm not the super star and not as frisky as the other old belle thats the bouquet of juliette binoche he bursts into juliette's house who says in the intercom tonight I'm having a party go try at dany boon's full of joy mamadou runs to Hamidou and went to calais among undocumented ch'tis jakadi millions, millions are needed jakadi millions, we want millions jakadi millions but not in my house Wednesday the immigrant poor guy gives up he goes to balasko the mother of undocumented immigrants she tells him my friend I'm not Pope Francis while I pray for you go see guillaume canet but canet that evening he dines at benguigui to the Muslim migrant Patrick offers a Quran I too left my Algerian sun well it's poker time go see muriel robin jakadi millions, millions are needed jakadi millions, we want millions jakadi millions but not in my house muriel is in her bath and doesn't think he's a handsome guy and to make a mess passes it on to roumanoff anne is on tour and gives him a free autographed photo with a cone of frites he will find aznavour who emigrated to Switzerland he has a lot of love like all true artists he redid his nose because of the racists because if you emigrate one day you are always still a migrant jacadi millions, millions are needed jacadi millions, we want millions jacadi millions but not in my house it's Friday evening to doctors without borders there's a note on the door contact kouchner the doctor is sorry It's Shabbat evening getting between us come back another day arditi and berry the same refrain everywhere he finds himself at midnight at charlotte de turckheim ah she loves the Turks and would love to open her house to them but sorry there is already my female dog who sleeps in the living room jacadi millions, millions are needed jacadi millions, we want millions jacadi millions but not in my house saturday at regine's a very private evening mamadou you are so cute but you can't enter go see halliday maybe he's not a baby that johnny too he was an emigrant in the pale morning he collapses on a bench he looks at the seine and how bad the world is when he comes to pass the prophet jacques attali What does Jakadi say to him? Welcome to Paris! jacadi millions, millions are needed jacadi millions, we want millions jacadi millions but not in my house it's the story of a little guy who doesn't know where to sleep the calais jungle it's a bad memory we give him the list of a band of histrionics internationalists who wear their hearts on their sleeve