The Middle Class (Les bourgeois) Jacques Brel (Ft. Mort Shuman & Shawn Elliott)

[Verse 1]
Your heart feels so right
Your eyes swim in the beer
Where the barroom lights are hung
With your friend Jojo
And with your friend Pierre
You drink a toast to being young
Jojo thinks he's Voltaire
And Pierre, Casanova
And me, who proudly did not care
Me, me, I was a lover
And at midnight
We watched the lawyers pass
Coming out of hotels which had real class
We showed them our good manners
And we showed them our ass
And, oh, how we sang:

[Chorus]
The middle class are just like pigs
The older they get, the dumber they get
The middle class are just like pigs
The fatter they get, the less they regret

[Verse 2]
Your heart feels so right
Your eyes swim in the beer
Where the barroom lights are hung
With your friend Jojo
And with your friend Pierre
Holding on to being young
Voltaire danced like a vicar
And Casanova, he was too stout
And me, who proudly did not care
Me, me, I drank 'til I passed out
And at midnight
We watched the salesmen pass
Coming out of hotels which had real class
We showed them our good manners
And we showed them our ass
And, oh, how we sang: