when I am an old man I'll like youngs girls But I won't watch TV Because I've always hated the media. I'll like the pure and mysterious... Things I will be a thing myself... I will be a old rag, eccentric Weird, not misfit, just like the other old rag. I'll provoke the youngs and the old women, who follow the crowd with me like boss. I'll be the boss, in the night, in a park, with my old sleeveless T-shirt and my old shoes... Fuck the world, and fuck the young, and fuck myself also. I won't be noting, just every thing, like a bowl without whipped cream. I won't be nice, I won't be happy, I won't have the handlebar, only the car; The old Twingo, with my ass grand children at the rear. And, finally, I'll go near the sea, far the sex and with only company my old socks smelling bad... And, maybe, one day, at night, I'll drawn myself, For the well being of every body, And in the hell maybe it will be nice?