Le jeune homme triste (Adolphe)
Yvette Guilbert
The Sad Young Man (Adolphe)
He was ugly and scrawny
Sucking on the thin milk
Of a pessimistic nurse
And he was a sad little baby
Making love a solo act
He had fun like Charlie Chaplin
He was one of our good soloists
But always sad, oh so sad!
And when he wanted one fine day
To take a bite of love's apple
He fell for a milliner
Who found him so very sad
That she cheated on him right away
With a singing teacher
Who had that artistic flair
Then he became much sadder
Politics haunted his mind
Bakerism tempted him
Then he turned opportunist
But he was still very sad
A minister was his friend
He got on the right side
We saw him become a man of the left
But he was still very sad
And whatever he tried
In art, in love, in the state
He was something in "ist"
Trite, sad, sad
When he died from eczema
He demanded to be cremated
And on his grave, a symbolist
Wrote these words:
"He was sad."
