17 Juillet: journée bien remplie!

Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down 
And I’d like to take a minute just sit right there 
I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air 
In West Philadelfia born and raised 

On the playground where I spent most of my days 
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool 
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school 
When a couple of guys said « we’re up in no good » 
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood 
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared 
And said « you’re moving with your aunt and uncle in Bel-Air » 

(I begged and pleaded with her the other day)

But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way 
She gave me a kissin’ and she gave me my ticket 
I put my walkman on and said I might as well kick it 
First class, yo this is bad, 

Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass 
Is this what the people of Bel-Air livin’ like, 
Hmm this might be alright!) 
I whistled for a cab and when it came near the 

License plate said « Fresh » and had a dice in the mirror 
If anything I could say that this cab was rare 
But I thought now forget it, yo home to Bel-Air 
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight 

And I yelled to the cabby « Yo, home smell you later » 
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there 
To settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air

The Fresh Prince of Bel Air Theme