Imoral, Ilegal ou Engorda

Hey!
I live sentenced to do
What I don't want
So well-behaved
Sometimes I despair
If I do something
Someone always comes to tell me
That this or that
Shouldn't be done
My buttons remain
I no longer know
What is right...

And how will I know
What I should do
What fault do I have?
Tell me, my friend
Is everything
I like
Immoral, illegal
Or fattening...

Hey!
I've been lost for a long time
Among a thousand philosophies
I became a quiet man
And even suspicious
I try to walk straight
And keep my feet on the ground
But certain things
Always catch my attention
Here with my buttons
Damn!
I'm not made of iron...

I stop to think
But I can't change
What fault do I have?
Tell me, my friend
Is everything I like
Immoral, illegal
Or fattening
Eh! Eh!...

Hey!
If I meet someone
In a casual encounter
And everything goes well
In an informal chat
A hot night
Suggests enjoying
On my terrace the view
Facing the sea
The night is young
Delights at breakfast...

So what to do
I don't want to know anymore
If I eat something
I shouldn't eat
Is everything I like
Immoral, illegal
Or fattening
Hey! Hey!
Is everything I like
Immoral, illegal
Or fattening
Hey!
Is everything I like
Immoral...