Fier De Ne Rien Faire

Sucking on belle-hélène pears
Hands full of jams
And lips painted with hate
Peeking up at the azure sky
Where the Japs are bustling
To divert Boeings
To take down those who resist
Oh my God, they look so bad

I'm proud of doing nothing
Proud of not knowing how to do anything

I don't even have the courage
To go clock in at the unemployment office
Yes, of course, I'm at the right age
To be able to place in my life
All my untapped talents
And my endless charms
It's hard to be so lazy
When you love money so much

I'm proud of doing nothing
Proud of not knowing how to do anything

Doing nothing, not doing
Gotta do it undo it redo it...