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
