[Verse 1]
Fifty-five on the table, cesium gold, soft as a coin left in the sun,
Melts before your kettle boils, softest metal, barely done,
Drop it in the sink and watch it fizz a violet flame,
Atomic clocks tick off it, ticking sharper than your brain,
Cats in the kitchen now, symbol C-s, low and sly,
Guarding the good recipe, nobody asking why.
[Chorus]
Les chats font la cuisine, écoute bien ce qu'on chante,
Cats bake lasagna, c'est la recette qu'on plante,
Cinquante-cinq, cinquante-six, cinquante-sept sur l'assiette,
Cesium, Barium, Lanthanum, retiens bien la recette.
[Verse 2]
Fifty-six, Barium, heavy hips, slow to rise,
Paints the firework emerald when it hits the summer skies,
Doctors serve it like a milkshake so your insides glow up clear,
Ba's the bouncer at the door, dense and built severe,
Cats bake lasagna, oven's cranked up to the max,
Barium's the weight that keeps the noodles from caving in the racks.
[Chorus]
Les chats font la cuisine, écoute bien ce qu'on chante,
Cats bake lasagna, c'est la recette qu'on plante,
Cinquante-cinq, cinquante-six, cinquante-sept sur l'assiette,
Cesium, Barium, Lanthanum, retiens bien la recette.
[Verse 3]
Fifty-seven, Lanthanum, cracks the rare earth door wide,
First one down the basement row, the lanthanide's inside,
Soft and silver, bends like dough beneath a rolling thumb,
Hides inside your camera lens when the picture's finally done,
Lasagna's cooling on the sill, the layers stacked with pride,
La's the herb that seasons all fourteen cousins deep inside.
[Bridge]
(Petit chat, petit chat, qu'est-ce que tu fais ce soir)
Baking, always baking, the clock counts cesium time,
(Petit chat, petit chat, la lasagne est presque prête)
Layer on layer, the atomic numbers climb.
[Verse 4]
Fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven, three cats in a row,
Stirring up the periodic pot where the heavy metals glow,
Cesium sparks the pilot light, Barium thickens the sauce,
Lanthanum folds the pasta sheets, never counting the cost,
Kitchen humming like a reactor, purring soft and low,
Layer by layer the lasagna sings the elements they know,
Whiskers dusted white with flour, tails swishing keep the beat,
Every number on the table turns into something sweet,
The periodic chart's a menu pinned above the stove,
And every hungry chemist knows exactly where to go.
[Chorus]
Les chats font la cuisine, écoute bien ce qu'on chante,
Cats bake lasagna, c'est la recette qu'on plante,
Cinquante-cinq, cinquante-six, cinquante-sept sur l'assiette,
Cesium, Barium, Lanthanum, retiens bien la recette.
[Outro]
Cinquante-cinq, cinquante-six, cinquante-sept, dis-le tout bas,
Cs, Ba, La — cats, bake, lasagna — maintenant tu le sais,
Trois chats, trois métaux, une recette qui ne s'oublie jamais,
Le tableau périodique chante encore dans la nuit qui s'en va.