Here I am my name is Henry,
I would like a successful life,
To be loved.
To be good-looking, to make good money,
And above all to be smart,
but for all of this, I would have to work full time.
I can sing - I do for my friends,
I want to make hit songs, I want it to workout, really workout.
I want to write a trendy song,
A merry, chic, catchy tune
To have them dancing at Mr Durand's parties.
And in each and every street,
I want them to talk about me,
I want the girls to be naked,
I want them to throw themselves at me, May they admire me, may they kill me,
May they fight over my vertue.
For the girls from my teenage years, I would become an idol,
I want them every night, out of breath in their bed,
To cheat on their husbands,
In their infatuated dreams.
After that, I will do galas,
My audience will bow before me, before me...
Concerts of 100,000 people,
Where even the Parisian high society is amazed,
And gives a standing ovation for the show to go on.
And in each and every street,
I want them to talk about me,
I want the girls to be naked,
I want them to throw themselves at me,
May they admire me, may they kill me,
May they fight over my vertue.
And when I will have had enough of being their idol,
I will get back on stage just like in the golden years,
I will pretend to cry, and I will say goodbye.
And the following year, I will act just the same,
And the following year, I will act just the same,
I'll prostitute myself for posterity...
Girls in their teenage years
Will say I'm a faggot,
They'll say my eyes sweat of alcohol, and I'd better stop right away,
They'll burn my aureole,
They'll spit on my past.
And then I will be old,
And I could just die,
I'll look for a God that can forgive me for everything,
I want to die miserable, to regret nothing,
I want to die miserable...