Seven hundred million Chinese
and I and I and I
With my life, my little home
My headache, my liver pain
I think of it and then I forget it
That's life, that's life
Eighty million Indonesians
and I and I and I
With my car and my dog
His dog food when he is barking
I think of it and then I forget it
That's life, that's life
Three or four hundred million Black people
and I and I and I
who goes to the solarium
to the sauna to lose weight
I think of it and then I forget it
That's life, that's life
Three hundred million Soviets
and I and I and I
with my habits and my tics
in my little goose feather bed
I think of it and then I forget it
That's life, that's life
Fifty million imperfect people (there are 50 million Frogs at this time... (for those who still had a doubt about who is he talking about))
and I and I and I
watching Catherine Langeais
on television at (my) home
I think of it and then I forget it
That's life, that's life
Nine hundred million bums
and I and I and I
with my vegetarian diet
and all the whisky I am boozing (boozing is a bit different but the best translation of the word with its negative connotation in such case)
I think of it and then I forget it
That's life, that's life
Five hundred million South Americans
and I and I and I
I am all nude in my bath
with a girl who is cleaning me
I think of it and then I forget it
That's life, that's life
Fifty million Vietnamese
and I and I and I
on sundays on the rabbit hunt
with my rifle, I am the king
I think of it and then I forget it
That's life, that's life
Five hundred billion little Martians
and I and I and I
like a Parisian fool
I wait for my paycheck at the end of the month
I think of it and then I forget it
That's life, that's life
I think of it and then I forget it
That's life, that's life