Figaro
When I'm growing old, I'll be like Figaro
Loving everybody like a Figaro
Then Gigolo

Singing "Ole ole oh"

Let me tell you a story about a man
About the man and how it all began
Jealous be the others, girls and mothers love his land
I'll paint the picture so you would understand

Oh God! Oh Holy Mary!
No wonder that his name became so legendary
Look at the beauty and the sorrow in his eyes
See when you win, you also pay the price

Figaro
When I'm growing old I'll be like Figaro
Loving everybody like a Figaro
Then Gigolo

Singing "Ole ole oh"
Figaro
I'd like to be popular like Figaro

Loving every minute like a Figaro
Then Gigolo
Singing "Ole ole oh"

His passion was a house, Figaro be the door
He was like coins, you always needed more
Calm as the ocean, sturdy as the trees
A pot of honey, surrounded by the bees

Oh God! Oh Holy Mary!
God treated like a hero, almost missionary
He never lost, he never cried
And even if he did, his story never died

Figaro
When I'm growing old I'll be like Figaro
Loving everybody like a Figaro
Then Gigolo

Singing "Ole ole oh"
Figaro
I'd like to be popular like Figaro

Loving every minute like a Figaro
Then Gigolo
Singing "Ole ole oh"