Serge Lama — Le Joyeux Fêtard song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Le Joyeux Fêtard" by Serge Lama.
Lyrics
Titubant, il rentre chez lui
Le vieil amant, le vieux mari,
L’ascenseur est en panne
Et son coeur, que c’est haut!
Là-haut, que c’est haut!
Il farfouille dans ses pensées
Mais où donc il a foutu ses clés?
A tous les étages il s’assoit
Qu’il est lourd, mon Dieu, qu’il est lourd
Le trou de serrure est trop petit,
A croire que la clé a grandi
Voilà qu’la porte s’ouvre toute seule
Et qu’il reçoit une main sur la gueule
Ca lui apprendra à faire la fête
En laissant bobonne à la maison
Quand on n’est plus de la première jeunesse
Faut le mettre au placard, son mirliton!
Lyrics translation
Hesitant, he goes home
The old lover, the old husband,
The elevator is down
And his heart is high!
Up there, it's high!
He pranks in his thoughts
Where did he put his keys?
On all floors he sits
That it is heavy, my god, that it is heavy
The keyhole is too small,
To believe that the key has grown
The door opens all by itself
And that he gets a hand on the mouth
It'll teach her to party.
Leaving bobonne at home
When one is no longer of the first youth
We have to put him in the closet, his mirliton!