To those who don't have one
To those who don't have one
Rosa, Rosa, when we make a mess, you clean up
And you, Albert, when we toast, you pick up the glasses
Céline, single, you take jackets at the coat check
Double meaning: you get turned down at the coat check
Arlette, stop, you spend the party in the bathroom
And if we celebrated those who don't celebrate
Or: How about celebrating those who don't celebrate
For once, I'd like to raise my glass
To those who don't have one
To those who don't have one
Why should I pretend anyway
She's paid to do it
You think you're my mother
I'll be back in an hour
Make sure it's clean enough to eat off the ground
Three hours I'm waiting
Honestly, do they make them or what
Luckily it's only two glasses
Call me your manager and be quick
Your career could end like this
Yes, let's celebrate those who don't celebrate
Once again, I'd like to raise my glass
To those who don't have one
To those who don't have one
Scrub, scrub, better not to
Scrub, scrub, if you don't know me
Brush, brush, you can always
Brush, brush, if you don't respect me
Yes, let's celebrate those who don't celebrate
Once again, I'd like to raise my glass
To those who don't have one
To those who don't have one
Airplane pilot or nurse
Truck driver or flight attendant
Baker or fisherman
A glass to the champions of the worst schedules
To young parents rocked by cries
To professional insomniacs
And all those who suffer from heartache
Who don't have the heart for celebrations