I've put my poor-quality life
Into bubblegum guitars.
It sparkles to death
In my decor
I've put my poor fellow's heart
In a pretty metronome
I've abandoned my undershirt
So my body can be seen
Listen a little
Look a little
I slogged away for ten years
In an office that was no fun
They're going to see how it swings
In the insurance business
Let the singer pass
He who is so handsome in colour
Send the light
And let me create*
Listen a little
Look a little
Papa, Mama, it's your child
This inflated balloon, this bubble of gold paper
Mama, Papa, don't risk it,
This bubble that they make zoom about, which will one day go "boom"
Listen a little
Look a little
I won't put them on ever again
My slippers and my beret
You have to change your costume
To be a star
I pass the juniors, that's great**
And I turn babes into bombs***
Always full, that's beautiful
In my sleep
Listen a little
Look a little
Oh Mama, Papa, don't risk it
This bubble that they make zoom zoom zoom zoom
Which will one day go "boom"
Listen a little
Look a little
Dance on the eyes
My poor-quality life
Bubblegum guitars