I am always partial to
a bit of French electronica, and this ironic number from a bunch of hipsters
français is right up my street.
It sounds great in
French, of course, but when you translate the lyrics it’s also pretty funny – telling the tale of a wanker who has everything he wants, apart from a
moustache.
A sample:
I don’t care, I live
on the top floor
I don’t even know my
own cleaning lady!
My car is lined with
leather
I like the smell of my
perfume
Bonus points for the
use of the great term “femme de ménage” (cleaning lady) which I’m pretty sure I
haven’t heard since Grade 9 French.
