(We've lost today the notion of handsome guys
When are they gonna bring out good-looking guys
I mean, do you hang a Hoshi poster in your room, you
That girl's talented, really
But she should hand her songs to gorgeous girls)
What's this musical era
Where we have to listen to those with talent
Who've got guts, who've got b*lls, who've got hunger
Those little writers, annoying guitar strummers
Us, what we want is beauty, is brilliance
It's clean, it's smooth, it's sublime
Us, what we want is the comeback of pretty faces
To fill the glossy pages of magazines
What's this musical era
Where we listen to the lyrics of songs
We've lost the notion of handsome males
The time when we launched very handsome boys
You can write lyrics, that's great
But your little voice tone, we don't care
Please, go give your songs
To the one who'll look prettier on the poster
(These days we've neglected the role of the handsome singer
Today, the people who succeed, who make careers
Are all those who strum a bit of guitar, who play piano)
Sir, you who want to go back
To black and white, to the golden days of the past
I'm not sure the great Charles Aznavour
Could match your criteria for success
I'm not convinced that Édith Piaf
Had nice long legs
That she was gonna strut down fancy catwalks
Wearing big-brand platform heels
Sir, you who's nostalgic
For well-built singers, for bimbos
You've gotta know an important secret
It's that Brassens didn't have nice abs
Singer-songwriters
Aren't necessarily imposters
You know sir, sometimes you gotta shut up
Me, I wanna see Hoshi on a poster