Dick Annegarn — Nicotine Queen song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Nicotine Queen" by Dick Annegarn.
Lyrics
Au bar du bar-tabac, en formica
Tu planes avec ta gitane, tu racontes des histoires
Mais le correspondant que t’as téléphoné est occupé
Alors tu tires encore un coup sur ta cigarette
Tu fumes, comme un nicotine queen
Qui frime, comme un nicotine queen
Tu blases le sexe et le luxe, tu les mets dans ta poche
À t’en croire, ta bagnole, ça c’est autre chose
C’est ton char de tueur de prime
Tu envoies tout le monde sur les roses
Tu domines et tu fascines
Comme un nicotine queen qui fuzz
Comme un nicotine queen qui punk
Au bar du bar-tabac, en formica
Tu planes avec ta gitane, faut te voir
Quand tu lis le grand journal, journal de boulevard
Tu te dis: «ça me regarde pas"et tu ranges ton foulard
Comme un nicotine queen qui frime
Comme un nicotine queen qui fuzz
Maintenant que tu es propre et clean
Maintenant que t’es un mec réussi
Tu es pop et rock, en même temps
Que tu bois du gin-fizz
Tu écoute du Tamla-Motown à longueur de nuit
Tu te crois né à Tennessee
Mais il n’y a que tes poumon,
Il n’y a que tes lunettes qui sont noires
Tu n’es qu’un nicotine queen
Tu n’es qu’un nicotine queen
Qu’un nicotine
Qu’un nicotine
Qu’un nicotine queen… Blanc
Lyrics translation
At the bar of the bar-tabac, in formica
You plan with your gypsy, you tell stories
But the correspondent you called is busy.
So you take another shot at your cigarette
You smoke, like a nicotine queen
Who shivers, like a nicotine queen
You blase sex and luxury, you put them in your pocket
Believe you, your car is something else.
It's your Bounty Killer tank.
You send everyone to the roses
You dominate and you fascinate
Like a nicotine queen who fuzz
Like a nicotine queen who punk
At the bar of the bar-tabac, in formica
You plan with your gypsy, you must see
When you read the big newspaper, Boulevard newspaper
You say,"it's none of my business," and you put away your scarf.
Like a nicotine queen that shivers
Like a nicotine queen who fuzz
Now that you're clean and clean
Now that you're a successful guy
You're pop and rock at the same time
That you drink gin-fizz
You listen to Tamla-Motown at night
You think you were born in Tennessee.
But there's only your lung,
There are only your glasses that are black
You're just a nicotine queen
You're just a nicotine queen
Than a nicotine
Than a nicotine
That a nicotine queen ... White