Fame’s the garden far beyond Where the sweets and candies cluster Time flows a little bit faster there Clench your teeth, my son You will get there if you want
Girls will scream and boys will imitate you They will steal your heart and soul They’ll be kicking you if you fall They’ll be wrinkling their noses “This block isn’t hunny anymore”
Have no servants Have no master Had some friends, but you’re the last one Have no ciggies, have no lighter Have no children, but it’s private
I’m almost 40, but my life is still a mess Nothing else but a joke And my sweetheart’s gone to France I am a nimble bloke But I’m still a pig in the poke