He views the world; us and "là-bas."
Loves "je suis," but America, "zut!"
Yet likes our world: crazy 'bout Lewis,
Loves hors d'oeuvres; his joy is French food.

As Paris mayor, he's livin' rent-free, ah!
He got leeway; no one too appalled.
Was a bad boy; gave perks to his sister.
Now Chirac's joy: breaking Bush balls.

Yeah, he's de, de Gaullein',
Yeah, he's de, de Gaullein',

So some vin buyers in the Central Valley
Poured French out, wettening boulevards,
'Cause of Chirac's ploy: just would not to Iraq go,
'Cause in his world, Saddam had been oil pard.

Now he's de, de Gaullein',
Wannabe de Gaullein'.

Shot Brussels down; then followed Holland.
He's a nationalistic guy.
Thinks he's de Gaulle, but he's just bluffing.
Compared to Charles, he's just a child.

Wannbe de Gaullein',
Manneredly de Gaullein'.