Le chasseur de l'hôtel

The hotel bellhop
Loves with a poor man's heart
A certain young lady
Draped in jewels

She lives at number twenty
In a room with a bath
And walks with a little dog,
A lover who’s no good to her
And then a bunch of admirers
Who send her flowers every day
Flowers that the bellhop carries
And it breaks his heart

The hotel bellhop
When he gets home
Dreams of his lady
All through the night

The hotel bellhop
Who’s got not a dime
Is, naturally,
Four times more jealous

He can't stand seeing all the time
These useless fools pretending love
And one night when he was on edge
He pulled out his revolver
But the other guy shot first
Proof that he should’ve been wary
Especially since on top of it all
The brute had aimed just right

The hotel bellhop
Only had to close his eyes
To reach the heavens
Where the unfortunate go

The hotel bellhop
On the paths of heaven
Searched for his lady
And felt bored without her

But one day full of wonder
The poor guy couldn’t believe his eyes
Because his lady was there
On a gala cloud
And she even seemed to smile at him
Because now she knew how to smile
No doubt about it, there’s a good God
A good God for lovers

The hotel bellhop
Held her in his arms
Thanking the heavens
And then, he woke up.