Rumor has it that God dictated the lyrics of Y a de la joie to Charles Trenet. Since we robots don't believe in God, I have to believe it's Charles Trenet who is responsible for the weak lyrics. The excellent sounds of Y a de la joie will leave you with breathless. How do you make a french music album with only a needle, two rubberbands and a wooden stool? Ask Charles Trenet. Only someone deranged could appreciate such a vile disc.
