Ana 'ayez eeh?
Well, I wanna be a beeh:
A guy seated in a high
Chair, swinging my feet,
Stroking my hair,
Drinking all that’s sweet
While my secretary smiles at me,
Waves at me,
Sings me Um Koultoum,
Drives all the gloom
Away from me.
I wanna be a beeh
With a moustache and a beard;
A great guy to be feared
At the office and in the car,
Dazzling those who see me from afar.
I wanna be a beeh
With a great hanem,
Great in shape like the women of Harlem,
But gentle like an ape,
Not like a Kheddewi hanem.
I wanna be a beeh
With a Havana cigar,
With a Limousine car.
I wanna have the look of a star.
I wanna be a beeh
Dearer than the gueneeh,
Dearer than the charm of Nancy Ajram,
Dearer than freedom
For the detainees at Bagram.
I wanna be a beeh
In a grey suit and red tie,
With a long stick and large purse,
Making everyone look shy
Like an impotent man
In front of a nurse!
Oh, but just tell me why :
Why can't I be that beeh?
