We spent many months of December

With snow in the middle of the room,

And all these strange men coming to shut the water off.

Half of the year on a diet,

Returning bottles, counting cents,

And when I bump into you today, you look down on me…

 

Joe! You have no more time,

You have too much money,

You are grown up now.

Joe! You earn far too much!

Joe! You have no more time,

You have too much money,

You are grown up now.

 

You were a singer in pitiful clubs,

You emptied your heart between tables

For some notables, some of blast furnaces’ traders.

After, you went to see funny boys

So that they can tell you about revolution.

When you see them today, you don’t pay attention anymore!

 

Joe! You have no more time,

You have too much money,

You are grown up now.

Joe! You earn far too much!

Joe! You have no more time,

You have too much money,

You are grown up now.

 

You have somebody to manage your business,

You have somebody to calm your anger,

There’s always someone to listen to your methods.

There are girls in your bathtub,

Flatterers along your corridors,

But no one is as lonely as an up-to-date singer!