Everyone is looking for a little piece of paradise
Whether you have a big butt
Or a very tiny one
We didn't choose it, that being said
We have to deal with it
That's what my neighbor says
Who's not a handsome guy
His name is

Mister Bibendum
He is really huge
Mister Bibendum
He is not within the norms
His 110 kilos, be sure it's not from McDonald's
Rather epicurean than anything else
That's his credo

His name is
Mister Bibendum
He's a great guy
Mister Bibendum
Happiness in person

He's more than fed up
With flipping through magazines
That would make him complex about
Male beauty

I don't have time to pity my crooked nose
Nor the one who laughs at the sight of my big butt
I walk around with my belly
And whatever happens
My wife likes it
And that's my luck

But how to assume
In such a perfect world
His little fart sideways
Oh my god what a fuss
Everyone is looking for a little piece of paradise
And if there's one who has a flair
In my opinion, it's him
His name is

Mister Bibendum
He is really huge
Mister Bibendum
He is not within the norms
His 110 kilos, be sure
That it doesn't slow down his libido
If you knew the noise his wife makes
When she climbs the curtains
His name is

Mister Bibendum
He's a great guy
Mister Bibendum
Happiness in person

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