Jackie (la Chanson De Jacky) Lyrics - Singles - Jacques Brel Is Alive And Well And Living In Paris

And if one day I should become 

A singer with a Spanish bum 

Who sings for women of great virtue 

I'd sing to them with a guitar 

I borrowed from coffee bar 

Well, what you don't know doesn't hurt you 

My name would be Antonio 

And all my bridges I would burn 

And if I gave them some they'd know 

I expect something in return 

I'd have to get drunk every night 

To talk about virility 

With some old grandmother who might 

Be decked out like a Christmas tree 

And tho' pink elephants I'd see 

Tho' I'd be drunk as I could be 

Still I would sing my song to me 

About the time they called me Jackie 

If I could be for only an hour 

If I could be for an hour every day 

If I could be for just one little hour 

Cute, cute, cute in a stupid-ass way 

And if I joined the social whirl 

Became procurer of young girls 

Then I would have my own bordellos 

My record would be number one 

And I'd sell records by the ton 

All sung by many other fellows 

My name would then be Handsome Jack 

And I'd sell boats of opium 

Whiskey that came from Twickenham 

Authentic queers and phony virgins 

I'd have a bank on every finger 

A finger in every country 

And every country ruled by me 

I still know where I'd want to be 

Locked up inside my opium den 

Surrounded by some Chinamen 

I'd sing the song that I sang then 

About the time they called me Jackie 

If I could be for only an hour 

If I could be for an hour every day 

If I could be for just one little hour 

Cute, cute, cute in a stupid-ass way 

Now tell me wouldn't it be nice 

That if one day in paradise 

I sang for all the ladies up there 

And they would sing along with me 

We'd be so happy there to be 

'Cause down below is really nowhere 

My name would then be Jupiter 

And I would know where I was going 

And then I would become all knowing 

And my beard so long and flowing 

If I became deaf dumb and blind 

Because I pitied all mankind 

And broke my heart to make things right 

I know that every single night 

When my angelic work was through 

The Angels and the Devil too 

Would sing my childhood song to me 

About the time they called me Jackie 

If I could be for only an hour 

If I could be for an hour every day 

If I could be for just one stinkin' hour 

Cute, cute, cute in a stupid-ass way