And one, two, and one, two, three, four
I still don't know as what
I don't really know why
Nor how I'm going to dress up
For my fortieth
You seem like you're 10 years old
The feeling of being eighty
More or less excitement of youth…
I've grown up so fast, now I feel
Like dressing up as myself
How complicated it is
Just to be yourself
Melancholy wrapped up
No other choice than to be reborn
Once more as a newborn
For the fortieth time
You were a Jedi or a Spiderman
A clock man, a tiny giant
A sort of shadow five and a half feet tall
A bit more than and half
I've grown up so fast, now I feel
Like dressing up as myself
How complicated it is
Just to be yourself
I've made costumes
Sobering-ups to try to accept
I've grown up so far, now I feel
Like dressing up as myself
How complicated it is
Just to be yourself
Dressed up as myself
Dressed up as myself