My very heavy fatherland
Whenever will you understand?
I’ll sweat for you with all my might
But rather more by day than night

I’m sitting at my desk by one
Among the urgent files galore
little furtive drinking done
I’m back at home for drinks at four

At private interviews I’m posed
The weary statesman in his chair
But keep my mouth severely closed 
With diplomatic savoir-faire

I play my part without a doubt
Though the results are somewhat thin
I use my in-tray as an out
And vice versa, out and in

The strain of it is great indeed
Until the day I see the light
No wonder that I sorely need
little change of scene at night

I’m off to Chez Maxime
To join the whirling stream
For one brief hour entrancing 
The moments fly romancing

Lolo, Dodo, Jou-jou
Clo-clo, Margot, Frou-frou
But when [bad word] to dancing
Goodbye my fatherland

At Maxime’s once again
I swim in pink champagne
When people asks what bliss is
I simply answer, “This is!”

Lolo, Dodo, Jou-jou
Clo-clo, Margot, Frou-frou
But when [bad word] to kisses
Goodbye my fatherland