Anyhoo (yes "anyway" was already taken).

Where are your heroes with athletes' bodies?
Where are your idols, unshaven, well dressed?

In their eyes dollars,
In their smiles diamonds,
I also, one day, will become beautiful, like a god.

Apollo 2000*, faultless, twenty one,
That's the ideal man, masculine charm.

* I'm obviously missing some reference here.

Isn't it surprising where impromptu translation can take you? I'd just decided I couldn't be bothered to fais les améliorations, when Winamp artfully selected something which smuggles French into the head. Admittedly I could only get up to "where are your" without having to resort to the written lyrics, and even knowing the sounds it's hard to find the corresponding sounds.

In case you haven't figured it out yet, the song is Ceci Boy. Yep, I'm not yet good enough to find a convincing homophone in French for 'boy' in English.

And what is it about that song that I can't ever survive the opening bars without breaking into a sourire (yep, that's an underlaugh)?

Et sur ce l'idée, je pense qui sera tout pour aujourd'hui.

Anyhoo,