They're all the same,
His wife and his neighbour,
His loathed departmental head,
Anyway he likes only his dog.
He broods over the things he hates
Silently and angrily
"Ah poor France!"
He is mad at everybody.
He'd like to be a bad guy in a James Bond movie
So that he could threaten the planet and subjugate the world.
Armed to the teeth in some lair he pictures
Inside a volcano or in an underwater base.
They're all the same,
Don't even get him started on politics,
It's nothing but scheming
And who's paying at the end? It's him!
This ain't the life he deserves,
He wants things to change and fast.
Even love is bullshit,
Women are bastards too.
He'd like to be a bad guy in a James Bond movie
So that he could threaten the planet and subjugate the world.
His laugh would be sardonic and would strike fear
But not too sardonic
'cause he doesn't know what that means...
When you're doing things wrong no one is scared!
Then nobody would be crazy enough to patronize him,
He wouldn't lower his eyes anymore, he'd get the last word.
People would finally respect him, he wouldn't hate us anymore
He who loved only his dog, his dog that passed away since.
His departmental head would surely change his mind,
Instead of being fired he would get a raise.
Maybe his wife would nullify the divorce
And no judge would be bold enough to take his children away from him.
He'd like to be a bad guy in a James Bond movie
So that he could threaten the planet and subjugate the world.
Armed to the teeth in some lair he pictures
Inside a volcano or in an underwater base.