Rousseau, Rousseau,   Don't you know?   They took your social contract and threw you out on your ass,   Hit the road Jean-Jacques and don't you look back!   Rousseau...   What do they know, anyway?   You wrote to confess, it's what you thought best,   But what a mess, you just earned their detest,   Rousseau...   Where are you gonna now?   You tried to walk it off, talk it off,   It seems you don't know how.      Rousseau, Rousseau,   I think it's time to go,   Rousseau, Rousseau.      Rousseau, Rousseau,   Do you remember Diderot?   He was a friend in need and a friend indeed,   But when things got bad he watched you bleed,   Rousseau...   Quand il faisait beau,   Il a dit qu'il a été ton ami, mais il s'occupe trop de son encyclopédie,   And if you look back now you'll surely see that he sold you out from A to Z,   Rousseau...   Don't you think it's time to go away?   It's been forty years of blood and tears,   You said all you need to say.      For all you were disheartened, you never were a Spartan,   Rousseau, Rousseau...