The words translate as follows (crowd's response in brackets):
We are the ruthless Pilou-Pilou warriors
Coming down from the mountain to the sea
With our tousled women breastfeeding our children
Under the shade of the great white coconut trees
We the ruthless warriors sing our ruthless war song
I said our our RUTHLESS WAR SONG!
(RED AND BLACK!)
I love French rugby (I posted on it here) - it seems to be a more imaginative sport there than elsewhere. You have to love that Gauginesque reference to 'tousled women breastfeeding our children / Under the shade of the great white coconut trees'.
As worthy as little tin-plated saucepans may be of sung praise, in comparison they are a bit prosaic (on the other hand, pilou translates as cotton lint - no idea why).
Jonny Wilkinson is currently playing in Toulon and is apparently renewing his contract for another season. He's enjoying the whole experience it seems. I certainly can't think of many better places to play rugby. Passionate local support, a Latin commitment to flair (and brutality too, however) and the mild weather. Then off the field all that great food and wine. Just what that uptight little bore needs, I'd say.
Before Jonny and other new recruits put the spotlight on the club, I would have associated Toulon primarily with Eric Champ (right), the French flanker of the 1980s. An unconventional open side flanker for the time, being 6'5", I remember him as a real handful for opposition teams - and sometimes his own, given his ill-discipline. He was also in possession of a haircut that would have made Kevin Keegan weep with envy.