Mononc' Serge — Monsieur Peter song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Monsieur Peter" by Mononc' Serge.
Lyrics
Seins dodus, babines gourmandes et taille de guêpe
Que se lève celui qui en faisant ses crêpes
N’a jamais rêvé à Manon la guidoune
Qui fut aussi belle que fut affreuse la Poune
C’est Monsieur Peter qui conduisait Manon
Et un soir qu’il la ramenait à maison
Voyant su’l’dash sa sacoche pleine de cash
Il mit la mais d’sus en poussant ce rire trash
Ha! Ha! Ha! Faisait le tocson
En poussant la plotte par la porte du camion
Hilare, il mit l’cap sur le casino
Tandis que Manon appelait Alfredo
Mais qui était donc Alfredo?
Alfredo était un malheureux conard
Qui était bien connu à Saint-Léonard
Aussi dès qu’il reçut l’appel de Manon
Il se lança à la poursuite du camion
Entre-temps Peter avait gagné l’gros lot
Et sortait a’ec deux pitounes du casino
Tous trois filèrent tout droit vers l’hôtel Dorion
Et comme notre homme avait tout de l'étalon
Ah! Ah! Ah! Hurlaient les cochonnes
On en a vu beaucoup mais lui c’est un homme
Et tandis qu’la crème giclait au plafond
Alfredo avait retrouvé l’camion
Le boss de l’hôtel, un grand bloke à lunettes
Sa journée finie, prit la poudre d’escampette
Mais ressemblant à Peter à s’y méprendre
Pow! Pow! Pow! Il se fit descendre
Alfredo remit son gun dans son veston
Et rentra fier d’avoir rempli sa mission
Peter sortit d’l’hôtel en s’coinçant les couilles
Dans sa fly et trébucha sur la dépouille
Ah! Ah! Ah! Fit-il dans sa tête
Il serait grand temps que je me fasse honnête
Et s’il est vrai qu’il y a travaillé depuis
Quand on l’voit, on l’sait qu’y’a pas réussi
Ha! Ha! Ha! Riaient les pochetrons
À qui Peter contait ses tribulations
Courez blaireaux vous gaver d’ses histoires
Car il sert à boire tous les soirs aux bobards
Monsieur Peter, bar tender
…Barre tendre!
Lyrics translation
Plump tits, greedy babines and Wasp size
What rises the one who by making his pancakes
Never dreamed of Manon La guidoune
Who was as beautiful as the Poune was awful
It was Mr. Peter who drove Manon
And one night he was taking her home
Seeing Su'l dash his bag full of cash
He put the corn up by pushing this trash laugh
Ha! Ha! Ha! Did the tocson
Pushing the plotter through the door of the truck
Hilarious, he set course on the casino
While Manon called Alfredo
But who was Alfredo?
Alfredo was an unfortunate conard
Who was well known in Saint-Leonard
Also as soon as he received the call from Manon
He went in pursuit of the truck
Meanwhile Peter had won the jackpot
And came out a'ec two pitounes of the casino
All three headed straight for the hotel Dorion
And as our man had all the stallion
Ah! Ah! Ah! Howling the pigs
We've seen a lot, but he's a man.
And while the cream splashes on the ceiling
Alfredo found the truck.
The boss of the hotel, a big bloke in glasses
His day ended, took the powder of scampette
But looking like Peter to get it wrong
Pow! Pow! Pow! He got down
Alfredo puts his gun back in his jacket
And returned proud to have fulfilled his mission
Peter walked out of the hotel, pinning his balls
In his fly and stumbled on the remains
Ah! Ah! Ah! Did he get in his head
It would be time for me to be honest
And if it is true that he has worked there since
When you see him, You know he didn't make it.
Ha! Ha! Ha! The pochetrons laughed
To whom Peter told his tribulations
Run Badgers you swallow his stories
Because it is used to drink every night to bobards
Mr. Peter, bar tender
... Soft bar!