There are playboys by profession
Dressed by Cardin, shod by Carvil
Who drive around the beach and town in Ferrari
Who shop at Cartier as well at Fauchon
Do you think I am jealous? Not at all, not at all!
I got one allure for girls, one secret trap
First class toy that makes crack, boom and boo
Girls fall to my knees
I’m not afraid of the petty pussycats
Who purr at the Drugstore
They work just like beavers
Not with their hands, nor their feet
Do you think I am jealous? Not at all, not at all!
I got one allure for girls, one secret trap
First class toy that makes crack, boom and boo
Girls fall to my knees
I don’t fear the muscles, Supermen
Kids with torsos of athletes
The eyes of steel, flirty smile
Harley-Davidson they ride
Do you think I am jealous? Not at all, not at all!
I got one allure for girls, one secret trap
First class toy that makes crack, boom and boo
Girls fall to my knees
There are junkies, fool of Zen
who read and who can speak
to models of Catherine Harlé
Those will get married at La Madeleine
Do you think I am jealous? Not at all, not at all!
I got one allure for girls, one secret trap
First class toy that makes crack, boom and boo
Girls fall to my knees, I start again!
that makes crack, boom and boo, crack, boom and boo
Encore!