Little Hypocrites (Les bigotes)

歌詞

They pitter patter down the streets They're o so modest o so sweet - Little hypocrites! They're on their way to say their prayers, Dressed all in black – the little dears! Little hypocrites! To see them while they're praying With lowered eyes and folded hands You'd never guess what they were saying - But the devil understands! Little hypocrites! Oh how they prize virginity They keep it under lock and key Little hypocrites! No love to show no love to hide Because they're shrivelled up inside - Little hypocrites! And when there's dancing in the streets Till very late on Sunday night They hide in their little houses And switch off the light! Little hypocrites! They never sing, they never dance They never get another chance Little hypocrites! Oh they grow old without a song For they've been old their whole life long Little hypocrites! Like little birds they twitter tweet With beady eyes and nodding heads - Gossiping about the neighbours And tearing them to shreds! Little hypocrites! And when they die, A choir sings And off they fly on little wings - Little hypocrites! They leave the wicked world of men To find a heaven made for them - Little hypocrites! And they flutter round in paradise With little haloes on their heads - Gossiping about the angels And tearing them to shreds! Little hypocrites! Little hypocrites!