Figaro
When I'm growing old I be like
Figaro
Loving everybody like that
Figaro
The gigolo
Singing: Ole-ole-oh

Let me tell you a story about a man
About a man and how it all began
Jealous be the others, girls and mothers loved his land
I'll paint a picture so you will 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 be like
Figaro
Loving everybody like that
Figaro
The gigolo
Singing: Ole-ole-oh
Figaro
I want to be popular like
Figaro
Loving every minute like that
Figaro
The gigolo
Singing: Ole-ole-oh

If passion was a house
Figaro be the door
He was like coins
You always needed more
Calm as the ocean
Yet sturdy as the trees
A pot of honey
Surrounded by the bees

Oh God!
Oh Holy Mary!
Got treated like a hero almost fictionary
He never lost
He never cried
And even if he did
His story never died

Figaro
When I'm growing old I be like
Figaro
Loving everybody like that
Figaro
The gigolo
Singing: Ole-ole-oh
Figaro
I want to be popular like
Figaro
Loving every minute like that
Figaro
The gigolo
Singing: Ole-ole-oh