Ce Georges

But what’s up with him, what’s up with him, this Georges,
That makes my heart leap right out of my throat.

But what’s up with him, what’s up with this guy,
Who’s always around even when no one’s buzzing him.

Oh my, yes, those fiery eyes
And that little dimple on his chin.
I can’t sleep anymore, I’m getting so silly,
I melt, swooning, sighing his name.
And she buys tons of magazines
To cut out his pictures.
On all the walls, looking relaxed,
You can see the handsome dog smile.

If only it were Clark Gable,
The wind would carry him away.
But I have to deal with his pretty face,
Don Juan, all day long, on my screen.
It’s still better than your football,
Get busy, read or just drink.
But if I drink, I can’t control myself,
I can’t stand this love triangle anymore.

The other night, coming home from work,
With delight, I slip on my slippers.
But here he comes right away,
Attacking me, leaving me breathless.
Would my Georges allow himself,
To let go like you do?
Ah! Aznavour is right,
You’re a sight to behold, you kill love.

But what’s up with him, what’s up with him, this Georges,
That makes my heart leap right out of my throat.

Every time Mr. puts out his masterpiece,
I have to take her to the movies.
While she swallows those lies, oh my,
I’m just pacing, walking in circles.
You can wait for me in a bar,
Ah! Really, she’s pushing me to crime.
I’ll take the last subway,
Since I’m boring you with my film.

Go join him in Hollywood,
Yeah, go stuff yourself with fast food.
And you, leave me alone, you poor fool,
Take a lesson, that’s a real man.

But what’s up with him, what’s up with him, this Georges,

Talk about exclusivity,
Your super Georges, he’s a clone.

But what’s up with him, what’s up with this guy,
Who’s always around, even when no one’s buzzing him.

But what’s up with him, what’s up with him, this Georges.