Le Chanteur

Let me introduce myself, my name is Henri
I would like to succeed in my life, to be loved
Be handsome make money
Then above all be intelligent
But for all that I would have to work full time

I'm a singer, I sing for my friends
I want to make hits and for them to do well, do well
I want to write a song in the wind
A cheerful, chic and lively air
To dance at Monsieur Durand's parties

And everywhere in the street
I want people to talk about me
Let the girls be naked
Let them throw themselves on me
Let them admire me, let them kill me
Let them tear my virtue apart

For the old school girls
Become an idol
I want every night
Breathless in their beds
They cheat on their husbands
In their cursed dreams

Then after I will do galas
My audience will bow down before me
Concerts of a hundred thousand people
Where even all of Paris is surprised
And gets up to prolong the fight

And everywhere in the street
I want people to talk about me
Let the girls be naked
Let them throw themselves on me
Let them admire me, let them kill me
Let them tear my virtue apart

Then when I have had enough
To remain their idol
I'll go back on stage
Like in the Roaring Twenties
I will make my eyes cry
I will say goodbye

And then the year after
I will start again
And then the year after
I will start again
I will prostitute myself
For posterity

School News
They will say that I am gay
My eyes stink of alcohol
I'm right to stop
Will burn my halo
Will dirty my past

Then I will be old
And I could die
I will look for a God
To forgive me for everything
I want to die unhappy
To have no regrets
I want to die unhappy