Santé

To those who don't have
To those who don't have

Rosa, Rosa, when we mess things up, you clean
And you, Albert, when we toast
You pick up the glasses

Céline (Céline), single ('bataire)
You, you get rejected at the cloakroom
Arlette, stop, you, the party
You spend it in the toilets

And if we celebrated those who don't celebrate
For once, I'd like to raise my glass
To those who don't have
To those who don't have

What about good manners?
Why should I pretend?
Anyway, she's paid to do it
Do you think you're my mother?

I'll be back in an hour, make sure it's clean
So we can eat off the floor
Three hours I've been waiting

Honestly, do they make them or what?
Luckily it's only two glasses
Call your manager and do it quickly
Your career could end like this

Yes, let's celebrate those who don't celebrate
Once again, I'd like to raise my glass
To those who don't have
To those who don't have
To those who don't have

Scrub, scrub, better not to
Scrub, scrub, if you don't know me
Brush, brush, you can always
Brush, brush, if you don't respect me

Yes, let's celebrate those who don't celebrate
Once again, I'd like to raise my glass
To those who don't have
To those who don't have

Airplane pilot or nurse
Truck driver or flight attendant
Baker or fisherman
A glass to the champions of the worst hours

To young parents rocked by tears
To professional insomniacs
And all those who suffer from heartache
Who are not in the mood for celebrations
Who are not in the mood for celebrations