Jean-Jacques Goldman — The Quo's in Town Tonite song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "The Quo's in Town Tonite" by Jean-Jacques Goldman.
Lyrics
Il a pris le train postal juste avant la nuit
A Valence il est mcano
Demain matin faut qu’il soit sans faute Paris
Et tant pis pour le boulot
a fait des mois dj qu’il regarde son billet
Son patron l’a laiss filer
Et personne aurait pu l’empcher
Sur son bras c’est tatou
Rossi, ses mots, et ses solos et Parfitt et sa caster
Les riffs fond, le son go go
Le boogie woogie la tte l’envers
Il a pris le train postal juste avant la nuit
Il en rve au rythme des rails
Oh demain c’est la nuit de sa vie
The quo’s in town tonite
Quand il arrive devant la salle il est midi
Y a dj des gars qu’il connat
Les cheveux longs, les jeans dlavs comme lui
De partout, mme un Japonais
C’est l’attente, on cause, on fume en buvant des bires
Quand ils rptent on les entend
Et quand s’carteront les barrires
Il va courir au premier rang
Pour Rossi ses mots, ses solos, et Parfitt et sa caster
Les riffs fond, le son go go
Le boogie woogie la tte l’envers
Plus que 2 heures encore, 2 heures tirer
Et tout est prt pour la bataille
Un accord et tout va sauter
The quo’s in town tonite
C’est parti, a l’prend partout de bas en haut
a l’secoue jusqu' la folie
La basse au ventre et les grattes dans la peau
Ils sont 2 mtres de lui
Et quand vient «down down» c’est sa prfre
Si l’batteur tombe ou va pisser
Y a pas d’malaise pour l’rempacer:
Il la connat les yeux ferms
Rossi ses mots, ses solos, et Parfitt et sa caster
Les riffs fond, le son go go
Le boogie woogie la tte l’envers
Le paradis c’est ici, c’est l’enfer !
C’est les flammes au fond des entrailles
Y a rien qui ressemble ses concerts
The quo’s in town tonite
Et a fait si vide aprs
Quand la vraie vie revient
Quand on les a vu saluer
Et qu’il faut reprendre son train
Mais cet t
Ils vont jouer dans les festivals
Il ira pendant ses congs
En Belgique et au Pays de Galles
The quo’s in town tonite
Rossi ses mots, ses solos,
Et Parfitt, et sa caster
The quo’s in town tonite
Lyrics translation
He took the postal train just before nightfall
In Valencia he is mcano
Tomorrow morning it must be without fail Paris
And so much for the job
has been dj months watching his ticket
His boss has him spinning
And no one could have stopped him.
On his arm is Armadillo
Rossi, his words, and his solos and Parfitt and his caster
The riffs fond, the sound go go
The boogie woogie the tte upside down
He took the postal train just before nightfall
It rve to the rhythm of the rails
Oh tomorrow is the night of his life
The quo's in town tonite
When he arrives in front of the hall it is noon
There are DJs of the guys he knows
Long hair, jeans dlavs like him
From everywhere, Mrs. one Japanese
It's the wait, we talk, we smoke while drinking beer
When they RPT we hear them
And when the barriers are cleared
He will run in the first row
For Rossi his words, his solos, and Parfitt and his caster
The riffs fond, the sound go go
The boogie woogie the tte upside down
More than 2 hours yet, 2 hours shoot
And everything is ready for battle
One deal and everything will blow
The quo's in town tonite
It's gone, he takes it everywhere from bottom to top
to shake it up to madness
The lower abdomen and scratches in the skin
They are 2 meters from him
And when it comes "down down" it's his prfre
If the drummer falls or goes to pee
There is no discomfort to take it back:
He knows her with his eyes closed
Rossi his words, his solos, and Parfitt and his caster
The riffs fond, the sound go go
The boogie woogie the tte upside down
Heaven is here, it's hell !
It's the flames at the bottom of the bowels
There's nothing like her gigs
The quo's in town tonite
And did so empty aprs
When real life comes back
When we saw them salute
And that we have to get back on our train
But this t
They will play in festivals
He will go during his congs
In Belgium and Wales
The quo's in town tonite
Rossi ses mots, ses solos,
Et Parfitt, et sa caster
The quo’s in town tonite