I’m a century old and I’m still young
For love has no age and I’m ready for marriage
I’m old enough to be a grandfather and even a great grandfather
I pretend to be deaf, but I’m ready for love
I come*, I come, I come, it’s incredible
I come, I come, I come
I’m a century old, my teeth are in a glass
Let’s look what I’m going to take, meat if it’s tender
Meat with fries as well as a dozen oysters
A bottle of Pomerol and cream puffs
I come, I come, I’m stunned by it
I come, I come, I come
I’m a century old, but I’m still young
I’m old enough to be great, great, great, great...
My boy is an old block-head, my girl is an old nanny-goat
When I embrace her, it scratches, enough of old timers
I come, I’ll come when I hear the death toll, yes
I’d still come, I want to die like Félix Faure*