Lyrics of Warning to Those Who Have a Low Threshold of Sex - Bourvil

Warning to Those Who Have a Low Threshold of Sex (original)

Sans crainte des embûches
Une abeille au réveil
S’envola de sa ruche
Chantant l’hymne au soleil
La belle abeille a butiné les blés barbus
La belle abeille a bu
La belle abeille a vu
Ce qu’abeille jamais de sa vie n’avait vu
Posé sur une branche
Elle vit un bourdon
Qui fut pour elle cause
D’une grande émotion
Alors sans plus attendre
Le bourdon très galant
L’invita d’un air tendre
En son appartement
Les parois sont de verre
Le plafond de papier
Je suis seul locataire
En pleine liberté
Notre petite abeille
Écoutant le bourdon
À ces mots s'émerveille
Et fait deux grands yeux ronds
Bientôt leur apparurent
Tous les bonheurs promis
C’est un pot d’confiture
Qui leur servit de nid

(translation)

Without fear of pitfalls
A bee waking up
Flew from his hive
Singing the hymn to the sun
The beautiful bee has foraged the bearded wheat
The beautiful bee drank
The beautiful bee saw
What bee never in her life had seen
Placed on a branch
She saw a bumblebee
Who was for her cause
With great emotion
So without further ado
The Very Gallant Bumblebee
Invited him with a tender air
In his apartment
The walls are glass
The paper ceiling
I am the only tenant
In complete freedom
our little bee
Listening to the bumblebee
At these words marvels
And made two big round eyes
Soon appeared to them
All the happiness promised
It's a jam jar
Who served as their nest