It's when you just swallowed a toothpick
When you realize your dad's Swiss-German
When a buddy calls you to help him move
It's taking the Fourvière tunnel on August 15th
When you have to go live in Nogent-le-Rotrou
When your hairdresser tells you you've got ginger highlights
It's a bit of distress in the crook of our arms
It's life telling you things aren't right at all
It's when you're picked to be goalie in handball
When you're in the Princess of Wales's Merc
When on Saturday night it's your daughter playing on Canal+
It's when you step barefoot on a tiny Lego
It's when on a trip to India you drink the water
When your neighbor tells you he's taking up the sax
And it hurts, hurts, hurts
It's a bit of distress in the crook of our arms
It's life telling you things aren't right at all
It's when your Siamese twin tells you he has AIDS
When your wife goes swinging a bit without you
When kids call you Sir for the first time
It's becoming a designer but for Eddy Mitchell
It's conjugating “bouillir” in the plural subjunctive
It's grocery shopping on the Saturday before Christmas
And it hurts, hurts, hurts
It's a bit of distress in the crook of our arms
It's life telling you things aren't right at all
Gives you the sad attitude
It's a bit of sadness and solitude
It's like tristitude, nothing else
Gives you the sad attitude