Mononc' Serge — Ogunquit song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Ogunquit" by Mononc' Serge.
Lyrics
Toute la nuit j’ai couru bourré de troquet en troquet
Quand soudain le frá¨re André m’apparaá®t
Du coup, moi j’en profite pour y d’mander si Ogunquit
C’est une bonne place pour manger des hot dogs
Le thaumaturge acquiesce, fa qu’j’traverse toutes les Cantons de l’Est
Vers les lignes par la famine emporté
Arrivé á la douane j’lá¢che un pet y sort d’la boucane
Et toutes les grosses polices rient d’un rire de boeufs
Un des boeufs á grandes mains poilues
Curieux de voir mes deux belles grosses couilles
Charge ses longs doigts lettes de m’soumettre á la fouille
Il fouine comme un furet pour enfin trouver dans ma raie
Un joint d’pot qui s’y faisait macérer
Profitant de c’que l’boeuf avait la táªte entre mes deux cuisses
J’en lá¢che un, lui m’rote un rapport de police
Et le monde carcéral me parut soudain si rural
J'étais bien, l’amour revenait dans ma ville
Et les boeufs chantá¨rent
ALL I NEED IS A PICK UP TRUCK
A DOG AND A CHAIN SAW
A CHALET ON THE HIGHWAY 87
A SHINY MUSTACHE CUTTER
BULLETS IN MY GUN
AND A HOME DELIVERED BUCKET OF FRIED CHICKEN
Ce n’est pas sans une larme que j’ai quitté le poste de douane
Oá¹ j’avais passé de si beaux moments
Chu rentré á maison par toutes sortes de pistes de ski d’fond
En chantant fort et mal mon beau sapin
Depuis ce jour mes amis chu barré aux á tats-Unis
Oá¹ Boudrias descend de temps en temps
Il m’reste pour m’consoler mes vieux albums de Paul Piché
Et le village québécois d’antan
Ainsi que cette chanson
ALL I NEED IS A PICK UP TRUCK
A DOG AND A CHAIN SAW
A CHALET ON THE HIGHWAY 87
A SHINY MUSTACHE CUTTER
BULLETS IN MY GUN
AND A HOME DELIVERED BUCKET OF FRIED CHICKEN
Lyrics translation
All night I ran full of stumps
When suddenly brother André appears to me
So, I take advantage of it to send so Ogunquit
This is a good place to eat hot dogs
The thaumaturge acquiesces, fa that I cross all the Cantons of the East
To the lines by the carried away famine
Arrived at the customs I la ¢ che a pet comes out of the stall
And all the big fonts laugh with a laugh of oxen
One of the oxen with big hairy hands
Curious to see my two nice big balls
Load her long fingers lettes to submit me to the search
He pokes like a ferret to finally find in my streak
A pot seal that was macerated
Taking advantage of the fact that the beef had the plate between my two thighs
I've got one, he rotates me a police report.
And the prison world suddenly seemed so rural to me
I was fine, Love was coming back to my city
And the oxen sang
ALL I NEED IS A PICK UP TRUCK
A DOG AND A CHAIN SAW
A CHALET ON THE HIGHWAY 87
A SHINY MUSTACHE CUTTER
BULLETS IN MY GUN
AND A HOME DELIVERED BUCKET OF FRIED CHICKEN
It is not without a tear that I left the customs post
Oá1 I had such beautiful moments
Chu returned home by all kinds of cross-country ski slopes
Singing loud and bad my beautiful tree
Since that day my friends Chu Barre in the United States
Oá1 Boudrias descends from time to time
I still have to console my old albums by Paul Piché
And the Quebec village of yesteryear
As well as this song
ALL I NEED IS A PICK UP TRUCK
A DOG AND A CHAIN SAW
A CHALET ON THE HIGHWAY 87
A SHINY MUSTACHE CUTTER
BULLETS IN MY GUN
AND A HOME DELIVERED BUCKET OF FRIED CHICKEN