Your heart feels so right, your eyes swim in the beer
Where the barroom lights are hung
And with your friend Jojo and with your friend Pierre
you drink a toast to being young.
Jojo thinks he's Voltaire,
and Pierre, Casanova
And me who proudly did not care
Me, I was a lover.
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And at midnight we watched the [lawyers/*salesmen] pass
Coming out of hotels which had real class
We showed them our good manners, and we showed them our ass
And, oh, how we sang:
(Chorus:)
The middle class are just like pigs
The older they get, the dumber they get
The middle class are just like pigs
The fatter they get, the less they regret.
Your heart feels so right, your eyes swim in the beer
Where the barroom lights are hung
And with your friend Jojo and with your friend Pierre
Holding on to being young.
Voltaire danced like a vicar,
Casanova, he was too stout
And me who proudly did not care
Me, I drank till I passed out.
Bridge*
Chorus
But your heart slows down, your eyes do not flash
The hotel bartender sings our praise
Jojo's no clown, Pierre pays in cash
Among the bookkeepers we pass our days.
Jojo now speaks of Voltaire,
Casanova's just a book on the shelf
And, me, I proudly do not care
Me, I talk only of myself.
And everybody knows that we've got real class
There is not a night that we can pass
Those lousy kids who always show us their ass
And, oh, how they sing:
Chorus