You lack decency In your self-defence There is a kind of droplet That pollutes our entrails You start at the quarter of a lap And nothing stops you It's the road of no return You are without exit, my Seine My dear, you drive a mechanical car You have become a machine, my cat You never do self-criticism You drive badly, my dear, my cat My dear, you drive a mechanical car You have become a machine, my cat You never do self-criticism You drive badly, my dear, my cat You allow yourself some gaps In your mad race towards glory And I shut up, I shut up What's the use of glory when you live alone? You are the one who brings the cash So you get lost and hurt me I am no longer the priority of your life You have a pride that is not closed My dear, you drive a mechanical car You have become a machine, my cat You never do self-criticism You drive badly, my dear, my cat My dear, you drive a mechanical car You have become a machine, my cat You never do self-criticism You drive badly, my dear, my cat My dear, my cat You drive badly You lack decency There is a kind of trouble And nothing can stop you My dear, my cat My dear, my cat My dear, my cat