(lyrics by Serge Gainsbourg)

Listen to the organ that I play for you
Since you’ve got no choice, hear me through
You look as if you like it, but you seem reserved
It’s my requiem for a jerk.

I wrote it in the bath, on my breakfast tray
Cut my appetite (cut my appetite)
For the day (for the day)
I tried to raise a toast, ate the second verse
Buttered requiem (buttered requiem)
For a jerk (for a jerk)
It’s an afternoon for mourners but the tears [bad word] Got what you deserve, (got what you deserve)
The maximum (the maximum)
Well I’m getting sentimental but it’s too much work,
What’s a requiem to a jerk?

Well the devil left a message
“Go try paradise, [bad word] s a lot too hot, not too nice.
Try to take in God if you’ve got the nerve,
Even I don’t need stupid jerks.”

Listen to the organ that I play for you
Since you’ve got no choice, hear me through.
You look as if you like it, in your wooden shirt
It’s my requiem (it’s my requiem)
For a jerk (for a jerk)
I wrote it in the bath, on my breakfast tray
Cut my appetite (cut my appetite)
For the day (for the day)

On your white washed face, blue steal prison wall
I write “Stupid jerk!”
That’s all.
(that’s all)