To have faith, you must be a charcoal burner
To be poorly shod, you must be a shoemaker
To seduce the crowd, you must sing about mussel fishing
And to not pay taxes, you must be born in Monaco

And that's how it is, shame on those who think ill of it
You must suffer in silence
What's the point of wanting to leave France
When you're from Auvergne?

You can't have it all at once
Whistle for the aperitif and the opera
You can't, it's obvious
Pay cash when you're not happy
And vice versa

To be a legionnaire, you must feel the hot sand
To recite verses well, you must be Moulineaux
To do business, you must know how to buy a drink
And to not pay taxes, you must be born in Monaco

And that's how it is, the English are British
Botanical gardens
What's the point of wanting to leave Africa
When you're from Ghana?

You can't have it all at once
Whistle for the aperitif and the opera
You can't, it's obvious
Pay cash when you're not happy
And vice versa

To be strong, you must eat spinach
To get up early, you must not go to bed late
When you're Cousteau, you must put on a nice suit
And to not pay taxes, you must be born in Monaco

And that's how it is, as La Fontaine said
Mironton, Mirontaine
What's the point of wanting to leave the stage
When no one is holding you back?

You can't have it all at once
Whistle for the aperitif and the opera
You can't, it's obvious
Pay cash when you're not happy
And vice versa

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