Just like his father
Little Jean-Pierre
Was a fan
A Superman fan
Just like his father
The little Jean-Pierre
Was a fan
A Superman fan
He collected
All the comic strips
Where he could see his hero
Fly like a bird
He collected
All the cartoons
Where he could be his hero
Fly like a bird
Jean-Pierre must have been eight years old yesterday
And his parents were so proud of him
Qu 'they decided to do
For his birthday
A whirlwind trip to New York
The city of Superman
Jean-Pierre should have had eight years yeasterday
And his parent were very proud of him
That they decided to do
For his birthday
A short trip to New York
Superman's town
From their hotel room
On the fiftieth floor of the Waldorf
The view was so beautiful
That their first evening
They spent it watching
The lights of Manhattan
The next day
In their hotel room
On Waldorf's fiftieth floor
The view was so beautiful
That their first evening
They spent it looking
At Manhattan's lights
The day after
They walked down Broadway
Hand in hand
Like in a fairy tale
And in a store
Where they sell everything from nothing
Jean-Pierre was given by his father
A Superman costume
They have walked on Broadway
Hand in hand
Like in a fairytale
And in a store
Where we sell everything and nothing
Jean-Pierre had his father buy him
A Superman costume
That evening
He wanted to wear it
As pajamas
To be able to dream better
But when his parents
Were asleep
Very close to him in the big bed
He got up quietly
He opened the window
And when he saw the lights of Manhattan appear
He wanted to fly away
Into the starry night
Like a bird soaring
On this same night
He wanted to wear it
As pijama
To be able to dream better
But when his parents
Were asleep
All beside him in the large bed
He stood up without a noise
He opened the window
And when he saw
Manhattan's lights
He wanted to fly out
In the starry night
Like a bird soaring
It was just yesterday
That we buried
Jean-Pierre
The son of Superman
It's exactly yesterday
That we buried
Jean-Pierre
Superman's son