Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ah! L'éloquance, artist - Bourvil. Album song Bourvil, rires et tendresse, in the genre ЭстрадаDate of issue: 30.07.2012
Record label: Promo Sound
Song language: English
Ah! L'éloquance |
| 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») |