Serge Gainsbourg — Vieille canaille (You Rascal You) song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Vieille canaille (You Rascal You)" by Serge Gainsbourg.
Lyrics
Je serais content quand tu seras mort, vieille canaille
Je serais content quand tu seras mort, vieille canaille
Tu ne paies rien pour attendre, je saurais bien te descendre,
Je serais content d’avoir ta peau vieux chameau.
Je t’ai reu bras ouvert vieille canaille,
Tu avais toujours ton couvert vieille canaille,
Tu as brul tout mes tapis, tu t’es couch dans mon lit,
Tu as bu tout mon porto, vieux chameau,
Puis, je t’ai prsent ma femme, vieille canaille,
Puis, je t’ai prsent ma femme, vieille canaille,
Tu lui as fait du baratin, tu l’as embrass dans les coins,
Ds que j’avais tourn le dos vieux chameau,
Puis t’es parti avec elle, vieille canaille,
T’es parti avec elle vieille canaille,
Emportant la vaisselle, le dessus de lit en dentelle,
L’argenterie, les rideaux vieux chameau,
Et j’ai sorti mon fusil vieille canaille,
Et j’ai sorti mon fusil vieille canaille,
Quand je te tiendrais au bout, je rigolerais un bon coup,
Et je t’aurais vite refroidi vieux bandit.
On te mettra dans une tombe vieille canaille,
Et moi j’irai faire la bombe, vieille canaille,
A coup de petits verres d’eau de vie,
La plus belle cuite de ma vie,
Sera pour tes funerailles, vieille canaille.
Lyrics translation
I'd be happy when you're dead, you old scoundrel.
I'd be happy when you're dead, you old scoundrel.
You don't pay anything to wait, I'll get you down.,
I'd be glad to have your old camel skin.
I got you open arm you old scoundrel,
You always had your cover, you old scoundrel.,
You burned all my carpets, you lay in my bed,
You drank all my port, old camel.,
Then I brought you my wife, you old scoundrel,
Then I brought you my wife, you old scoundrel,
You made him talk, you burned him in the corners. ,
Ds that I had turned my back old camel,
Then you left with her, you old scoundrel. ,
You left with her old scoundrel,
Carrying dishes, lace bed top,
Silverware, curtains old camel,
And I pulled out my old scoundrel rifle,
And I pulled out my old scoundrel rifle,
When I hold you to the end, I'll laugh a good shot,
And I would have cooled you down, you old bandit.
We'll put you in a grave, you old scoundrel.,
And I'll go make the bomb, you old scoundrel,
A shot of small glasses of brandy,
The most beautiful Bake of my life,
It'll be for your funeral, you old scoundrel.