Faubourg Saint-Honoré Street
Locked up in his aquarium
Inside his private quarters
Mister fine-tunes his reforms
Far from the street rumors
Under the gilding of his palace
Mister talks to himself
In sophisticated words
Hasn't learned the Yellow Vests
And the calls to the pillory
And the entire ENA flies away
The big school of life
Isolates, isolates on Faubourg Saint-Honoré
Isolates, isolates, the prince, His Majesty
Allies are the enemies
And the vultures of the homeland
Circle around the palace
Of a country in fire and blood
Of workers, of big bosses
Of the great and the little people
In the languor of protocols
Mister walled up in his silence
Feeds on Bristol index cards
That let him discover France
Isolates, isolates on Faubourg Saint-Honoré
Isolates, isolates, the prince, His Majesty
Who'll dare report to him
That one sees in him outside the palace
A statesman without pants
The ghosts of the nation
All the heroes who died for France
Join him on the doorstep
Ain't she pretty, my presidency
Far from the city's racket
Far from revolts and hate
Mister lifts his chin
For his Republican Guard
Isolates, isolates on Faubourg Saint-Honoré
Isolates, isolates, the prince, His Majesty
Isolates, isolates on Faubourg Saint-Honoré
Isolates, isolates, a prince at the Élysée