Mayol — Bou dou ba da bouh ! song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Bou dou ba da bouh !" by Mayol.
Lyrics
Parmis les Sénégalais
Qu’on fit venir pour la Revue
L' jour du quatorze juillet
Se trouvait, la chose est connue
Un grand gaillard à la peau noire
Aux dents comme l’ivoire
Je vais vous conter son histoire
Dans cette chanson
D’abord, voici le nom
De ce brave garçon
Il s’appelait Bou-dou-ba-da-bouh
Il jouait d' la flûte en acajou
Je n’exagère pas
C'était l' plus beau gars
De toute la nouba, ah
Quand son régiment défilait
Au son joyeux des flageolets
Le Tout-Tombouctou
Admirait surtout
Celui d' Bou-dou-ba-da-bouh
En se promenant un matin
Au coin d' la rue du Quatre-Septembre
Il connut un p’tit trottin
Aux cheveux dorés comme l’ambre
Il s’aimèrent tout une semaine
Mais le Turgot, pas de veine
Partit pour la terre africaine
Ce fut déchirant !
Et la blonde enfant
Disant en pleurant
Il s’appelait Bou-dou-ba-da-bouh
Il jouait d' la flûte en acajou
Et v’là qu’y s’en va
Dans le Sahara
Avec la nouba, ah
Toutes les femmes sont folles de lui
Et ce qui me désole c’est qu’aujourd’hui
Celles de Tombouctou
Doivent faire joujou
Avec Bi-di Bou-dou-ba-da-bouh
Un soldat de la Légion
Un jour, vint frapper à sa porte
Bien qu’elle tremblât d'émotion
Elle se contint et resta forte
Parlez-moi vite de lui, dit-elle
Voilà, Mademoiselle
Je vous apporte des nouvelles
D’un de mes amis
A qui j’ai promis
D' vous dire ce que j' vous dis
Il s’appelait Bou-dou-ba-da-bouh
Il fit son devoir jusqu’au bout
Et dans un combat
Il est mort là-bas
Avec la nouba, ah
Oui mais en mourant, sur son coeur
Il a pris sa belle croix d’honneur
Mamzelle, c’est pour vous
C'était l' seul bijou
Du beau Bou-dou-ba-da-bouh
Lyrics translation
Among the Senegalese
That we brought in for the review
The day of the fourteenth of July
Happened, the thing is known
A big black-skinned dude
With teeth like ivory
I'll tell you his story.
In this song
First, here is the name
From this brave boy
His name was Bou-dou-ba-da-bouh
He played the mahogany flute
I'm not exaggerating
He was the most beautiful guy
Of all the nouba, ah
When his regiment paraded
To the merry sound of flageolets
The All-Timbuktu
Admired above all
That of Bou-dou-ba-da-bouh
Walking a morning
At the corner of Rue du Quatre-Septembre
He knew a little trottin
With golden hair like Amber
They loved each other for a whole week
But the Turgot, no vein
Left for the African land
It was heartbreaking !
And the blonde child
Saying crying
His name was Bou-dou-ba-da-bouh
He played the mahogany flute
And here it goes
In the Sahara
With the nouba, ah
All women are crazy about him
And what saddens me is that today
Those of Timbuktu
Have to play
With Bi-di Bou-dou-ba-da-bouh
A Legion soldier
One day he came knocking at his door
Although she trembled with emotion
She held on and remained strong
Tell me quickly about him, she said
There You Go, Miss.
I bring you news
From a friend of mine
To whom I promised
To tell you what I tell you
His name was Bou-dou-ba-da-bouh
He did his duty to the end
And in a fight
He died there
With the nouba, ah
Yes, but dying on his heart.
He took his beautiful cross of Honor
Mamzelle, it's for you.
It was the only jewel
Du beau Bou-dou-ba-da-bouh