Alain Chamfort — Mama gri-gri song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Mama gri-gri" by Alain Chamfort.
Lyrics
dans le quartier français
de la Nouvelle-Orléans
là où jadis dansaient
les esclaves des blancs
y a une petite Marie
surnommée Mama Gri-Gri
elle sait comment faire le bon temps rouler
mais la nuit cette négresse égorge les poulets
même si ton c ur est aussi dur qu’un caillou
il fondra comme du beurre
pour cette fille des bayous
sa langue est en réglisse
sa peau en pain d'épice
ses baisers, jamais tu ne t’en fatigueras
mais ne va pas la voir un soir de Mardi gras
Mama Gri-Gri
c’est Mama Gri-Gri
Mama Gri-Gri
don’t mess with Mama Gri-Gri
she’ll pull a spell on you, she’ll never set you free
night after night she’ll haunt your dreams
she’s a voodoo witch from New Orleans
le petit Danny Fisher
et son sourire aguicheur
il travaillait au bar
mais rêvait d'être une star
pour que les gens l’acclament
il aurait vendu son âme
un soir, elle lui a parlé à voix basse
il a terminé vedette à Las Vegas
don’t mess with Mama gri-Gri
she’s meaner than Champion Jack Dupree
jouer le piano
comme le Professeur Longs Cheveux
c'était le seul v u
d’Antoine Domino
aujourd’hui les mains jointes
il dit cette fille est une sainte
il jure qu’il a vu briller son auréole
avant qu’elle disparaisse dans la nuit créole
Mama Gri-Gri
c’est Mama Gri-Gri
Mama Gri-Gri
juju music from Haiti
but you better not go to the party
a whole lotta devil’s round the cherry tree
so you better not mess with Mama Gri-Gri
Lyrics translation
in the French Quarter
from New Orleans
where they used to dance
white slaves
there's a little Mary
nicknamed Mama Gri-Gri
she knows how to make the right time ride
but at night This Nigger slays the chickens
even if your heart is as hard as a pebble
it will melt like butter
for this bayous girl
his tongue is licorice
its gingerbread skin
his kisses, you'll never get tired
but don't go see her on a Fat Tuesday night
Gray-Gray Mother
it's Mama Gri-Gri
Gray-Gray Mother
don't mess with Mama Gri-Gri
she'll pull a spell on you, she'll never set you free
night after night she'll haunt your dreams
she's a voodoo witch from New Orleans
little Danny Fisher
and her witty smile
he worked at the bar.
but dreamed of being a star
for people to acclaim it
he would have sold his soul
one evening she spoke to him in a low voice
he finished starring in Las Vegas
don't mess with Mama gri-Gri
she's meaner than Champion Jack Dupree
playing the piano
like Professor Long Hair
it was the only v u
d'antoine Domino
today hands joined
he says this girl is a saint
he swears he saw his halo shine
before she disappears into the Creole night
Gray-Gray Mother
it's Mama Gri-Gri
Gray-Gray Mother
juju music from Haiti
but you better not go to the party
a whole lotta devil's round the cherry tree
so you better not mess with Mama Gri-Gri