[Intro – parlé, grave et rythmé] Yeah… you know him. He walks the halls of Brussels’ night, With a grin and a suit so tight. They call him… Mister Jack. [Verse 1] He’s got a hand in every bill, A taste for champagne and a thrill. He shakes your hand, he pats your back, He’s Mister Jack – the Belgian shine. He likes the cash, he likes the lights, But he’s awake on voting nights. He’ll text you back at 3 AM – “What’s on your mind? I’m here for them.” [Chorus – puissant, cuivres en poussée] Who’s the man with the plan in the Belgian land? Mister Jack! (Yeah!) Who’s got the charm and the golden arm? Mister Jack! (That’s right!) He’ll take your call, he’ll take the floor, He’ll take your vote – and ask for more. But he’ll be there when times get tight, Mister Jack – the people’s light! [Verse 2] He’s got a smile that sells a lie, But a wink that tells you “don’t be shy”. He loves the jazz, the beer, the cheer, But he’ll be sober when you’re near. He’s in the chamber, then the club, Still finds the time to clean the hub. He’ll debate taxes, then debate beats, And still show up on Brussels’ streets. [Verse 3 – plus calme, comme un pont parlé-chanté] Some say he’s shallow, say he’s loud, But he’s the voice of the voting crowd. He knows his graft, he knows his jazz, He’ll make you laugh – then fix your taxes! [Chorus – reprise, plus puissante avec chœurs] Who’s the man with the plan in the Belgian land? Mister Jack! (Mister Jack!) Who’s got the charm and the golden arm? Mister Jack! (Yeah, yeah!) He’ll take your call, he’ll take the floor, He’ll take your vote – and ask for more. But he’ll be there when times get tight, Mister Jack – the people’s light! [Outro – instrumental funky, parlé sur le fade-out] Mister Jack… always in motion. For the people… and the promotion. Belgium’s finest, day and night – He’s got the groove, he’s got the fight. Keep it funky, Mister Jack…
