To those who don't have one
To those who don't have one

Rosa, Rosa
When we make a mess, you clean it up
And you, Albert
When we toast, you collect the glasses
Celine, single
You, you take the jackets to the coat check
Arlette, stop
Every party, you spend it in the toilets

So how 'bout we celebrate to those who don't celebrate
For once, I'd like to raise my glass to those who don't have one
To those who don't have one

What good manners?
Why would I pretend?
Anyway, she gets paid for it
Do you think you're my mother?
In an hour, I'll be back, better be clean
That we can eat on the floor
I've been waiting for three hours, really
Do they make it themselves or what?
Luckily it's just two glasses
Get me your manager
And hurry up, your career could end just like this

Yes, let's celebrate to those who don't celebrate
Once again, I'd like to raise my glass to those who don't have one
To those who don't have one

To those who don't have one

Rub it, rub it
Better not to
Rub it, rub it
If you don't know me
Brush it, brush it
You can always
Brush it, brush it
If you don't respect me

Yes, let's celebrate to those who don't celebrate
Once again, I'd like to raise my glass to those who don't have one
To those who don't have one

Airline pilot or nurse
Truck driver or flight attendant
Baker or fisherman
A drink to the champions of the worst schedules
To young parents lulled by tears
To insomniacs by profession
And all those who suffer from heartache
Who don't have the heart for celebrations

Who don't have the heart for celebrations

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