Let me introduce myself, my name is Henri
I want to succeed in life, to be liked
To be handsome and to get rich
And of course to be intelligent
But to get all that I'd have to slog away full-time
I'm a singer, I sing for my friends
I want to write hits and for things to go well, go well
I want to write a trendy song
A cheerful, chic, and lively tune
That makes people dance at Monsieur Durand's soirées
And all throughout the street
I want people to talk about me
For girls to be naked
And throw themselves upon me
For them to admire me, to kill me
For them to tear apart my virtue
For my old schoolmates
To see me as an idol
I want that every night
Breathless in their beds
They cheat on their spouses
In their wretched dreams
Afterwards, I'll attend galas
My public will prostrate themselves before me
Concerts with 100000 people
Where even Parisian high society is astonished
And stand to continue the show
And all throughout the street
I want people to talk about me
For girls to be naked
And throw themselves upon me
For them to admire me, to kill me
For them to tear apart my virtue
And then when I've had enough
Of being their idol
I'll get back on stage
Like in the golden years
I'll cry my eyes out
I'll say my farewells
And then the next year
I'll start everything again
And then the next year
I'll start everything again
I'll prostitute myself
For posterity
Teenagers will
Say I'm a queer
That my eyes stink of alcohol
That I'd better stop
They'll burn my glory
Tarnish my past
So then I'll be old
And I can kick the bucket
I'll search for a God
To pardon all I've done
I want to die unhappy
To not regret anything
I want to die unhappy