Il n'est pas distingué

Zidor, the one everyone’s fighting over
He's a street kid with no education
But he’s making waves in high society
He’s a whiz on the accordion
Between two popular javas
The duchesses and baronesses take turns worrying
About his unique ideas
His thoughts on women and his views on love
Zidor doesn’t use fancy words
But he tells them: "Let me break it down:
Love is really complicated
Nothing like the ladies
To get you all worked up
With a stroke of luck, we made
A date and my heart’s racing
I’ve got flat feet from the pain
And when a chick messes up
I’m gonna send them packing…
I’ll tell them to 'go wash up'
I’m chilling with my crew and I’m just hanging out"
He’s not refined...
Someone asks him: "Excuse me if I dare
To ask for another opinion,
Did you have the same fun
With Topaz as with Fanny?
Do you enjoy yourself more
With Paganini than with Nina Rosa?"
"Oh well!" says Zidor, "That’s a shame
But I swear I don’t know all those ladies"
When he realized he’d gone off track
He continued without getting too excited:
"The theater’s good for the posh
Musicals are okay, but I prefer the movies
I’d rather see Bouboule’s face
Than an old hen falling apart
That needs support
I don’t regret my three bucks
When I see Liliane Harvey and Garat kiss
And at night I fall asleep in my bed
Dreaming that Marlène has me as her regular"
He’s not refined!

On the diplomatic mess
They even bother to interview him
But Zidor gets pathetic
When Hitler’s on the table.
Someone says: "He’s the specific type
Of the offbeat historian with a hilarious face
Pathological megalomaniac, no doubt
A retrograde deficient..."
At first glance, it seems complicated
But Zidor comes to explain:
"First off, don’t back down
Me, I’ve got Hitler in my sights
And I can’t sniff him out
The Nazis seem to forget
That it’s us in the fight
Who took them down…
If I could get him talking
I’d say: 'Enough with the bullshit
You gotta send them packing
If you’re a Nazi, go get yourself shot
And then I’d throw my shoe in the fire"
He’s not refined.