When you’re a French director It seems la vie est belle Women say “oui,” they long to be Top of the bill, oh well When you’re a French director You’re an auteur as well What does that mean? Every scene must be obscure as hell When you’re a French director You never smile, what’s the deal? Hollywood guys, with their CGI eyes Smile But their films lack “le feel” When you’re a French director Un César, do you really care? You can’t admit it But you could fit it Right on that shelf, over there When you’re a French director You know la vie est belle Women say “oui” They long to be Top of the bill, oh merde