Lyrics of Le copain de mon père - Agnes Bihl

Le copain de mon père (original)

Le copain de mon père
Il venait en bout d’mois
La, la, lalala
On lui servait un verre
Il s’en resservait trois
La, lalala
C'était un roi déchu
Une épave, un fantôme
Qui pointait au chômdu
En attendant son trône
Mon père l’accompagnait
Jusqu’au bout du chemin
Et froissait un billet
Dans sa poignée de main
Il s’app’lait p’t-être Marcel
Il roulait en vespa
La, la, lalala
A côté de sa selle
Le copain de papa
Le copain de mon père
C'était un amiral
La, la, lalala
Qui boitait de travers
Et flottait du moral
La, lalala
Il avait l’cœur cassé
Il suçait des cachous
Quand il nous embrassait
On s’essuyait les joues
Recalé d’la sécu
Il brassait son roman
Et des histoires de cul
Qui f’saient rougir maman
Il avait eu des femmes
Des baisers, du tabac
La, la, la
Des mômes et même une âme
Le copain de papa
Le copain de mon père
Il avait le nez bleu
La, la, lalala
Un pull-over tout vert
Et un regard pluvieux
La, lalala
On l’appelait «Train-train»
Il se taisait jamais
Et quand il causait rien
On croyait qu’il dormait
Il avait cru des guerres
Pacifié l’Algérie
Mangé des pommes de terre
Brûlé des champs de riz
Il montrait des copains
Vaguement morts là-bas
La, la, la
On regardait ses mains
Au copain de papa
Le copain de mon père
Un jour, on l’a plus r’vu
La
On s’regarde, on se perd
Ou on se perd de vue
La
Il a dû changer d’peau
Se re-refaire du fric
S’envoler au loto
Le cul dans une barrique
C’est drôle, mais c’est curieux
C’est bizarre, ça me manque
Son vespa, son pif bleu
Sa gueule de saltimbanque
Les souv’nirs sont des miettes
Ca fait dix mille repas
La, la, la
Que j’rajoute une assiette
Pour le pote à papa

(translation)

My Dad's Boyfriend
He was coming at the end of months
La, la, lalala
He was served a drink
He kept three
La, lalala
He was a fallen king
A wreck, a ghost
Who was pointing at the chômdu
Waiting for his throne
My father accompanied him
To the end of the road
And crumpled up a ticket
In his handshake
Maybe his name was Marcel
He was riding a vespa
La, la, lalala
Next to his saddle
Daddy's Friend
My Dad's Boyfriend
He was an admiral
La, la, lalala
Who limped through
And floated morale
La, lalala
He was heartbroken
He was sucking chunks
When he kissed us
We wiped our cheeks
Failed from the security
He was brewing his novel
And sex stories
Who make mum blush
He had wives
Kisses, tobacco
The, the, the
Kids and even a soul
Daddy's Friend
My Dad's Boyfriend
He had a blue nose
La, la, lalala
An all green sweater
And a rainy look
La, lalala
It was called "Train-train"
He was never silent
And when he was causing nothing
We thought he was sleeping
He believed in wars
Pacified Algeria
Ate potatoes
Burned rice fields
He was showing friends
Vaguely dead there
The, the, the
We were looking at his hands
To Daddy's Friend
My Dad's Boyfriend
One day, we didn't see him again
The
We look at each other, we get lost
Or we lose sight of each other
The
He had to change his skin
Make some more money
Soar in the lottery
Ass in a barrel
It's funny, but it's curious
It's weird, I miss it
His vespa, his blue conk
His mountebank face
Memories are crumbs
That's ten thousand meals
The, the, the
That I add a plate
For daddy's buddy