A little tune goes from mouth to mouth
It's popular, and there's a reason
Because it praises the darling of many ladies
Who for his sake stepped out of line
God Cupid himself composed it
Dedicated it to the beautiful women
And because it sounds enchanting and sweet
People sing it all over Paris
You're lucky with women, Bel Ami!
So much luck with women, Bel Ami!
You're not handsome, but charming
You're not smart, but very gallant
Just a man who appeals
You fall in love anew every day
You kiss them all and stay true to none
But the woman who loves you
You make happier than ever before
Bel Ami! Bel Ami! Bel Ami!
I know a nice young man
Who is nothing at all and can do nothing special
Yet the ladies worship him passionately
Because he has what all women desire
He makes the other men really nervous
With his wild chronique scandaleuse
He takes the women as he wants
With him every woman keeps still
You're lucky with women, Bel Ami!
So much luck with women, Bel Ami!
You're not handsome, but charming
You're not smart, but very gallant
Just a man who appeals
You fall in love anew every day
You kiss them all and stay true to none
But the woman who loves you
You make happier than ever before
Bel Ami! Bel Ami! Bel Ami!