Seven hundred millions Chinese
and me, myself and I
with my life and my home sweet home,
my headache and my shrink.
I ponder and dismiss the thought
That's life, that's life.
Eighty millions Indonesians
and me, myself and I
with my car and my dog
that I feed when it barks.
I ponder and dismiss the thought
That's life, that's life.
Three or four millions Black people
and me, myself and I
I go to the tanning booth
and to the sauna to lose weight.
I ponder and dismiss the thought
That's life, that's life.
Three hundred millions Soviets
and me, myself and I
with my compulsions and habits
in my comfy goose feathers bed.
I ponder and dismiss the thought
That's life, that's life.
Fifty millions flawed people1
and me, myself and I
watching a cute newsreader
in my idiot box at home.
I ponder and dismiss the thought
That's life, that's life.
Nine hundred millions starving deadbeats
and me, myself and I
with my veggie diet
and all the whisky I guzzle.
I ponder and dismiss the thought
That's life, that's life.
Five hundred millions South Americans
and me, myself and I
all naked in my tub
with a chick scratching my back
I ponder and dismiss the thought
That's life, that's life.
Fifty million Vietnamese
and me, myself and I
Hunting rabbits on Sundays
with my shotgun I'm the king
I ponder and dismiss the thought
That's life, that's life.
Five hundred billions little Martians
and me, myself and I
like your average Parisian jerk,
awaiting my paycheck
I ponder and dismiss the thought
That's life, that's life.
I ponder and dismiss the thought
That's life, that's life.
1. Frenchies, of course