Repeat out loud, to see. “Your Katie left you / Tick-tock, tick-tock / You’re a cuckold, what are you waiting for? So goes the sad story of Igor the Russian, who came up short with his fake tactics. It is one of the 53 titles here allocated to the appointed king of alliteration in song, troubadour of the pun and atypical type of a mad post-war period where the ineffable flourished. Each title is a promise kept, of Friend Zantrop at theAubade to Lydie in C. Somewhere between the fine handlers of words (Pierre Dac, Raymond Devos) and the strong in metrics of poetic verse (Georges Brassens, Ricet Barrier), the Boby was undoubtedly too at the forefront of his genius to be deciphered by the greatest number (it should have been subtitled). The fellow was a mathematician, this explains that, and if everyone mentions his Aragon and Castileit is because Bourvil popularized the air, and it is thanks to the fan François Truffaut that the Boby reel still serves us its Raspberry. But it’s up to you, for the bugger’s 100th birthday, to brandish this
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