Lynda Lemay — Un golfeur song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Un golfeur" by Lynda Lemay.
Lyrics
Il avait les mains larges
Les épaules carrées
Il avait un visage
Maturés, basané
Je n’avais a me plaindre
D’aucunes fautes de gout
Tiré à quatre épingles
Il arrivait chez nous
J’aimais son apparence
Dans ses chemises en lin
Il me rappelais je pense
Mes romans Arlequin
Un soir visant mes hanches
Il me tendit un bras
Et l’rebord de sa manche
Du coup se retroussa
Adieu le grand coup d’foudre
J’ai vu que son bronzage
N’allait que d’la main au coude
Et du coup au visage
Adieux homme de rêve
Ah non mais quel horreur
J’suis passé a deux lèvres
D’embrasser un golfeur
Ca s’prend pour des athlètes
Mais c’est mou des abdos
Ca roule en voiturette
CA manque de libido
C’est bein juste excité
Deux mains sur leur bâton
A essayer de viser
Des trous border d’gazon
Ca s’habille en jaune pale
Ca s’tiens le p’tit corp droit
Ca s’retrouve entre mâle
Ca aime un peu trop ca
Ca s’attarde au vestiaire
Ca s’compare le putter
Puis sa va boire d’la bière
Puis c’est dont d’bonne humeur
Ca s’leve à l’heure des poules
Pour fuire leurs p’tites famille
Jusqu’au soir ou sa saoule et puis qu’sa veut plus rvenir
Ca s’redonne rendez vous pour le lendemain matin
Pour un autre 18 trous
Entre très bon copains
Ca r’viens a contre cœur vers leurs femme debout
Qui dit «As tu vu l’heure «et puis qui fait l’marabout
Ca fait semblant d’pas voir la jaquette en satin
Qu’elle porte pour faire valoir
Ses jolis petit seins
Sa attend qu’la crise passe
Puis sa tombe endormis
Ca rêve a leurs club house
Ca reve a leurs caddies …
Lyrics translation
He had his hands wide.
Square shoulders
He had a face
Mature, swarthy
I didn't have to complain.
Any faults of taste
Drawn four pins
He was coming to our house.
I liked his appearance
In her linen shirts
He reminded me I think
My novels Harlequin
One night aiming at my hips
He reached out to me
And the rim of his sleeve
Then he found himself
Farewell The Great Thunderbolt
I saw that her tan
Only went from hand to elbow
And from the blow to the face
Farewell dream man
Ah no but what horror
I went to two lips
Kissing a golfer
They think they're athletes.
But it's soft ABS
It's a cart ride.
It lacks libido
It's bein just excited
Two hands on their stick
Trying to aim
Grass border holes
It dresses in pale yellow
It's holding the right little body
It's between male
It likes it a little too much
It lingers in the locker room
It's like the putter.
Then sa will drink beer
Then it is from which in a good mood
It gets up at hen time
To escape their little family
Until the evening or his drunk and then that his wants more rvenir
It's a rendezvous for the next morning
For another 18 holes
Between very good friends
It comes against the heart to their wife standing
Who says "Have you seen the time" and then who does the marabout
It pretends not to see the satin jacket
That she wears to assert
Her pretty little tits
Sa is waiting for the crisis to pass
Then his grave asleep
It's a dream at their clubhouse.
It looks like their shopping carts …