Jacques Brel - The Middle Cla** (Les bourgeois) lyrics

Your heart feels so right Your eyes swim in the beer Where the barroom lights are hung With your friend Jojo And with your friend Pierre You drink a toast to being young Jojo thinks he's Voltaire And Pierre, Casanova And me, who proudly did not care Me, me, I was a lover And at midnight We watched the lawyers pa** Coming out of hotels which had real cla** We showed them our good manners And we showed them our a** And, oh, how we sang: The middle cla** are just like pigs The older they get, the dumber they get The middle cla** are just like pigs The fatter they get, the less they regret Your heart feels so right Your eyes swim in the beer Where the barroom lights are hung With your friend Jojo And with your friend Pierre Holding on to being young Voltaire danced like a vicar And Casanova, he was too stout And me, who proudly did not care Me, me, I drank 'til I pa**ed out And at midnight We watched the salesmen pa** Coming out of hotels which had real cla** We showed them our good manners And we showed them our a** And, oh, how we sang: The middle cla** are just like pigs The older they get, the dumber they get The middle cla** are just like pigs The fatter they get, the less they regret But your heart slows down Your eyes do not flash The hotel bartender sings our praise Jojo's no clown Pierre pays in cash Among the bookkeepers we pa** our days Jojo now speaks of Voltaire And Casanova is just a book on the shelf And, me, I proudly do not care And me, I talk only of myself And everybody knows That we've got real cla** There is not a night that we can pa** Those lousy kids who always show us their a** And, oh, how they sing: The middle cla** are just like pigs The older they get, the dumber they get The middle cla** are just like pigs The fatter they get, the less they regret