Lyrics Ah, l'eloquence - Bourvil

Ah, l'eloquence

MAN: What’s up, baby?
They done had that last call for alcohol and
Everything, what’s up, you gon' come back to the 'mote with me or what?
WOMAN: But what about yo' girlfriend?
She s’posed to be my friend
MAN: Come on, come on, baby, don’t worry 'bout her, I mean we can leave
Here, go get something to eat.
You hungry?
WOMAN: Mmm … yeah … I’m hungry a lil' bit.
I just …
MAN: Hey, you can bring your friends if you want, I got my boys back at
The hotel … so what you gon' do?
WOMAN: (sigh) You really gon' pay my phone bill?
Uh!
Uh!
Ahh baby, here we go now!
Verse 1: Thrill Pa Dlaya
Hey baby doll, what’s up?
'Scuse the mood, I’m a lil' bit bored
And normally, I don’t try to take girls home after the club
But you got that flavor ride, and I’m kinda hungry
Not only that, strictly by myself, sometimes I tend to get lonely
So let’s find this camp, and get a lil' something to eat
Get back to the 'mote and kick off them shoes so I can rub them feet
And we both dogs, baby, so we ain’t got to joke
If you’re down, I’ll get to the car and we can head to the 'mote!
{Let's go to the motel, let’s go to the 'mote
I won’t tell if you don’t tell!}
Jay-Ski:
Girl, don’t have no shame!
How you’ll be gettin' that pocket
Change!
Girl, you know the deal!
How you’ll be payin' that phone bill!
Verse 2: The Rottweiler
It’s the last call for alcohol, baby, so let’s leave the club
I wanna get in the tub and rub-a-dub, 'cause I’m in the mood for lo-ove …
You wanted barbecue or mildew, girl, so what you wanna do?
We can go to the Hilton, Motel 6 or get a room at the Peek-A-Boo, uh
So eat your Wheaties, sweetie, and yo, you can best believe
Bring your toothbrush, a fresh pair of panties, yo, and that’s all you need
So let’s keep it a G thang, (?), uhh, and please don’t go tell
That you’re makin' noise with the 69 Boyz, so let’s go to the motel, uhh!
Jay-Ski:
And we can have some fun!
How you’ll be gettin' them braids done!
Girl, don’t try to shine!
Where you workin' part time!
Verse 3: Thrill Da Playa
Don’t holler 'bout, I don’t know ya, and you don’t know me
'Cause if your booty big, then I’ma learn to dig your personality
I’m real, though;
I ain’t fake, heyyy, I want them skins
And you can bring your big booty buddies too;
I got a motel full of friends:
Danny, Tony T, Lemonhead, A.B., Daddy Black and Jay
You got three more friends?
Well, I do too: the Rottweiler, Rico and DJ M.A.
We got rooms at the 6, so let’s handle our business
Find this camp and go to the 'mote so I can rub-a-dub that Guinness!
Jay-Ski:
Girl, you know the time!
It’s better than waitin' in that welfare
Line!
Girl, it ain’t gon' hurt!
How you got that dual invert!
Yeah baby!
Here we go, come on, come on, here we go, baby!
(leads into «Ding Dong Song»)