Megalomania
Patrick Juvet Lyrics


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Une Rolls en strass
Sur la terrasse
Des femme qui m'embrassent

Mon allure lasse
Devant la glace
Que veux-tu que j'y fasse ?
C'est un problème de classe

Un peu de scotch
Dans le vide-poche
Pour monter l'avenue Foch

J'ai du caviar
Dans ma baignoire
Je stocke les dollars
Pour oublier ma gloire


Mégalomania, mégalomania
Mais qu'est-ce, qu'est-ce,
Qu'est-ce que je dis ?
Mégalomania, mégalomania
Je sens ma tete qui grossit
Mégalomania, mégalomania
Tu croques, croques mon esprit
Mégalomania, mégalomania
Drôle de maladie
Drôle de paradis

Un piédestal
Pour mes scandales
Le mythe qui s'installe

Une pluie de flashes
Au bas des marches




Me guette sans relâche
Je me terre, je me cache.

Overall Meaning

The song "Megalomania" by Patrick Juvet is a commentary on the life of a celebrity living in excess but still feeling empty and unsatisfied. The lyrics vividly describe a life of luxury with a Rolls Royce covered in rhinestones, women who kiss him, and expensive items like caviar and dollars. However, these possessions are not enough to make him happy or fulfilled. He feels trapped by society's obsession with class and status, and his indulgences only serve to make him feel more isolated.


The chorus of "Megalomania" reflects the singer's feelings of grandeur and delusion. He acknowledges that his ego is getting the best of him and that he can feel his head swelling with pride. The ironic use of the word "paradise" at the end of the song suggests that his life of excess and fame is not a paradise at all, but rather a lonely and unsatisfying existence.


The song's message is relevant today as celebrities and social media influencers are often consumed with maintaining their image and status, while their mental health and well-being suffer in the process. "Megalomania" is a cautionary tale about the dangers of living a life that is defined solely by material possessions and societal expectations.


Line by Line Meaning

Une Rolls en strass
I have a fancy car with bling on my terrace


Sur la terrasse
It's on my terrace


Des femme qui m'embrassent
Women are kissing me


Mon allure lasse
I look tired and uninterested


Devant la glace
I am looking in the mirror


Que veux-tu que j'y fasse ?
What can I do about it?


C'est un problème de classe
It's a class problem


Un peu de scotch
I have some scotch


Dans le vide-poche
In the glove compartment


Pour monter l'avenue Foch
To drive up Avenue Foch


J'ai du caviar
I have some caviar


Dans ma baignoire
In my bathtub


Je stocke les dollars
I'm saving money


Pour oublier ma gloire
To forget about my fame


Mégalomania, mégalomania
I have a big ego, I'm full of myself


Mais qu'est-ce, qu'est-ce,
But what is it, what is it,


Qu'est-ce que je dis ?
What am I saying?


Je sens ma tete qui grossit
I feel like my head is getting bigger


Tu croques, croques mon esprit
You bite, bite my mind


Drôle de maladie
Strange illness


Drôle de paradis
Strange paradise


Un piédestal
I'm on a pedestal


Pour mes scandales
For my scandals


Le mythe qui s'installe
The myth that is growing


Une pluie de flashes
A rain of camera flashes


Au bas des marches
At the bottom of the stairs


Me guette sans relâche
It awaits me relentlessly


Je me terre, je me cache.
I hide, I conceal myself.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Jarre Jean-michel, Juvet Patrick

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