Travailler, c'est trop dur

Working is too hard and stealing ain't right.
Asking for charity, that's something I can't do.
Every day I live, they ask me how I get by.
I say I live on love and hope to grow old.

I grab my violin, and I take my bow.
And I play my old waltz to make my friends dance.
You know, my dear friends, life is way too short.
To make ourselves miserable, let’s go dance tonight.

Working is too hard and stealing ain't right.
Asking for charity, that's something I can't do.
Every day I live, they ask me how I get by.
I say I live on love and hope to grow old.

I make music almost every night.
Hanging out everywhere and singing in the whiskey bar.
There are times, you know, I’d like to let go and just leave.
But I came back tonight for the joy of singing.

Working is too hard and stealing ain't right.
Asking for charity, that's something I can't do.
Every day I live, they ask me how I get by.
I say I live on love and hope to grow old.
I say I live on love and hope to grow old.
Old.