(Verse 1) Yo, Jean-Pierre, you think you’re the king, But your grumpy face ain’t got that bling. You wrote the scripts, but let’s be real, Your characters’ woes? They just don’t appeal!
(Chorus) Bacri, Bacri, what’s with the frown? You’re the king of the sad, but we want a crown! Your humor’s dry, like a French baguette, But we love you still, don’t you ever forget!
(Verse 2) You’re the master of the mope, the sultan of sighs, But when you hit the screen, we can’t help but rise. From “Un Air de Famille” to “Le Goût des Autres,” You made us laugh, even when it’s a bother!
(Chorus) Bacri, Bacri, what’s with the frown? You’re the king of the sad, but we want a crown! Your humor’s dry, like a French baguette, But we love you still, don’t you ever forget!
(Bridge) You’ve had your flops, we can’t deny, But your charm’s like wine, it just gets better with time. So here’s to the quirks, the gripes, and the glares, We’ll raise a glass to you, with all of our cares!
(Outro) So Jean-Pierre, don’t take this too hard, We’re just having fun, it’s all in the yard. Keep writing those scripts, keep making us laugh, You’re the grumpy genius, our favorite half!