"Just what nobody wanted, I'm just what nobody wanted.
I think that life has got it in for me,
Can you please tell me who's to blame?
For all the bills upon my mat -
They breed and grow then eat the cat.
Where they come from I don't know,
I stare at them but they won't go!
It seems that life's a big frustration,
Why is everybody out to bring me down?
There has to be a simple explanation,
Why failure is the fashion every time I come to town.
If life is sweet - then I'm diabetic
The future looks rosy - I just went colourblind.
This all seems to be some mass conspiracy,
So I demand the right to know,
If there's a God up there, how come he seems to care
For every little bird and bee, but couldn't give a damn for me.
It seems that life's a big frustration,
Why is everybody out to bring me down?
There has to be a simple explanation,
Why failure is the fashion every time I come to town.
If high hopes were bank notes,
I'd own all of England
And teardrops were diamonds,
Then I'd be a millionaire"
T'auras beau dire, Andy, quand ça veut pas, ça veut pas...
(Aux chiottes, Rhonda Byrne... )