La Rancon (du succès)

Since the time I've been waiting
To be on TV
Since the time I've been waiting
Here I am, I'm adopted
I'm the new clever dog
Show my tail, wag it
I'm the new clever dog
Obedient and well paid
But it's time to go
Show my face on the screen
With my cocker eyes
Show my face on the screen
And my crooked face
I won't show my teeth anymore
I'll know how to move you
I won't show my teeth anymore
And I'll make you believe
That my soul is sincere
Dance the stale dance, please
Dance the dance, the ransom of success
"My god, he's funny
I'm very well trained
My god, he's funny
By an old police dog
Watch him sing
Trained on my little paws
Watch him sing
Howling in the wind"
Darling I love you
Darling I adore you
Like Nabuchodonosor's salsa
How can one stand
The dog and cat food
How can one believe in it
Where has my faith gone?
Not even my eyes to cry
When I see around me
People dancing the stale dance
Dance the stale dance, please
Dance the ransom of success
To all the street mutts
I shout: "I'm sold"
To all the mutts, the top dogs
I shout: "I can't take it anymore" (seeing myself so ugly in this mirror...)