Jacques Brel, Shawn Elliott, Mort Shuman - The Middle Class (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 pass
Coming out of hotels which had real class
We showed them our good manners
And we showed them our ass
And, oh, how we sang:

The middle class are just like pigs
The older they get, the dumber they get
The middle class 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 passed out
And at midnight we watched the salesmen pass
Coming out of hotels which had real class
We showed them our good manners
And we showed them our ass
And, oh, how we sang:

The middle class are just like pigs
The older they get, the dumber they get
The middle class 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 pass 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 class
There is not a night that we can pass
Those lousy kids who always show us their ass
And, oh, how they sing:

The middle class are just like pigs
The older they get, the dumber they get
The middle class are just like pigs
The fatter they get, the less they regret