Little hypocrites

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(Les bigotes)

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!

Words and Music: Jacques Brel/ Helen Austin
Publishers: Editions Musicales Pouchenel/ SABAM