Hey dandy, strutting in your car
With flashy clothes, proudly showing off,
You look, without a penny, like a rajah,
A rajah in this scene, I know you well.
Whoever sees you won’t suspect
You’ve got a bad heart, that you’re a crook,
While you in your craze to shine
Turn your life into a wild feast.
And you left behind that talk
Of the rough neighborhood that was your cradle,
Today you make waves and cause a stir
Because gambling was your fortune.
While your mother spins her sorrows
Next to the wheel of her misfortune,
Without the comfort of an old mother’s love,
Without affection, without any love.
Whoever sees you, you even speak in French,
Instead of saying: “See you later!”, you say: “Au revoir”,
And instead of mister, you’re “monsieur”,
And there are things, my friend, that make me mad.
From a cheap show-off to a dandy
Your girl who was Juana, today calls herself Mimi,
And everything you do to change,
Instead of goodnight, you say: “bonsoir”.