I have my rheumatism
Which is becoming annoying
My poor Cecile
I am 73 years old
I spend my time on a reclining chair
And I have a baby-sitter
I use to drag my leg less
When I was a singer
I had white boots
A huge belt
An open shirt
On a medal
It was my smile
That was my biggest asset
I use to have so much fun
When I was a singer
One night at Saint-Georges
I was at a fair
My wife was waiting
Hidden in the Mercedes
My car was thrown in to the Indre river
By my fan club
I had such a crazy life
When I was a singer.
The police
Use to recognise me
Speeding tickets
I never paid them
All my issues
Would get quickly resolved
All my faults were overlooked
When I was a singer
My poor Cecile
I am 73 years old
I heard that Mick jagger
Died recently
I said my last goodbyes to Sylvie Vartan
For me, it’s been over for a long time
I don’t understand much these days
But I still hear things that I like
And that distracts me
For me, it’s been over for a long time
I don’t understand much these days
But i still hear things that I like
And that distracts me......