Hey, tram, storied and pulled by horses,
Hey, topper, wandering at 'Mon jardin',
Hey, grandpa, with the monocle you were chic,
Hey, can-can, with the feet on The ceiling.
All were at their time something exaggerated,
Years have passed and people have forgotten them.
Yeah, yeah...
Hey, shaggy-hair, with tight dirty pants,
Guitarists, noisy and fanciful,
Mini-skirt, very short and tight,
Hey, you sheik, wild as a ram.
All is fashionable now, but still exaggerated,
Time passes like smoke, and will still be forgotten.
Yeah, yeah...
Hey, tram, storied and pulled by horses,
Hey, topper, wandering at 'Mon jardin',
Hey, grandpa, with the monocle you were chic,
Hey, can-can, with the feet on The ceiling.
Yeah, yeah...