Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A la Villette, artist - Aristide Bruant. Date of issue: 21.03.2010
Song language: French
A la Villette(original) |
| Il avait pas encor' vingt ans |
| I' connaissait pas ses parents |
| On l’appelait Toto Laripette |
| A la Villette |
| Il était un peu sans façon |
| Mais c'était un joli garçon: |
| C'était l’pus beau, c'était l’pus chouette |
| A la Villette |
| Il était pas c’qui a d’mieux mis |
| Il avait pas des beaux habits |
| I' s’rattrapait su' sa casquette |
| A la Villette |
| Il avait des p’tits yeux d’souris |
| Il avait deux p’tits favoris |
| Surmontés d’eun' fin' rouflaquette |
| A la Villette |
| Y en avait pas deux comm' lui pour |
| Vous parler d’sentiment, d’amour; |
| Y avait qu’lui pour vous fair' risette |
| A la Villette |
| Il avait un gros chien d’bouvier |
| Qu’avait eun' gross' gueul' de terrier |
| On peut pas avoir eun' levette |
| A la Villette |
| Quand i' m’avait foutu des coups |
| I' m’demandait pardon, à g’noux |
| I' m’appelait sa p’tit' gigolette |
| A la Villette |
| De son métier i' faisait rien |
| Dans l' jour i' balladait son chien |
| La nuit i' rinçait la cuvette |
| A la Villette |
| I' f’sait l’lit qu' i' défaisait pas |
| Mais l’soir, quand je r’tirais mon bas |
| C’est lui qui comptait la galette |
| A la Villette |
| Quéqu'fois, quand j’faisait les boul’vards |
| I' dégringolait les pochards |
| Avec le p’tit homme à Toinette |
| A la Villette |
| I' m’aimait autant que j' l’aimais |
| Nous nous aurions quitté jamais |
| Si la police était pas faite |
| A la Villette |
| Y a des nuits oùsque les sergots |
| Les ramass’nt, comm' des escargots |
| D’la ru' d' Flande à la Chopinette |
| A la Villette |
| Qu’on l’prenn' grand ou petit, rouge ou brun |
| On peut pas en conserver un: |
| I' s’en vont tous à la Roquette |
| A la Villette |
| La dernièr' fois que je l’ai vu |
| Il avait l’torse à moitié nu |
| Et le cou pris dans la lunette |
| A la Roquette |
| (translation) |
| He wasn't yet twenty |
| I didn't know his parents |
| We called him Toto Laripette |
| At La Villette |
| He was a bit casual |
| But he was a pretty boy: |
| It was the most beautiful, it was the most owl |
| At La Villette |
| He was not the best |
| He didn't have nice clothes |
| He was catching up on his cap |
| At La Villette |
| He had little mouse eyes |
| He had two little favorites |
| Topped with a 'fin' rouflaquette |
| At La Villette |
| There weren't two like him for |
| Talk to you about feelings, about love; |
| There was only him to make you smile |
| At La Villette |
| He had a big cattle dog |
| What was a big-mouthed terrier |
| We can't have a doggie |
| At La Villette |
| When he had kicked me |
| I asked me for forgiveness, on my knees |
| He called me his little gigolette |
| At La Villette |
| From his profession he did nothing |
| During the day he walked his dog |
| At night he rinsed the bowl |
| At La Villette |
| I don't know the bed that I didn't undo |
| But in the evening, when I took off my stockings |
| He was the one counting the pancake |
| At La Villette |
| Sometimes, when I was doing the boul’vards |
| I' was tumbling down the drunks |
| With the little man in Toinette |
| At La Villette |
| I loved me as much as I loved him |
| We would never have left each other |
| If the police wasn't done |
| At La Villette |
| There are nights when the sergots |
| Pick them up, like snails |
| From the ru' d' Flande to the Chopinette |
| At La Villette |
| Whether we take it big or small, red or brown |
| You can't save one: |
| I' are all going to Rocket |
| At La Villette |
| The last time I saw him |
| He had a half-naked torso |
| And neck caught in the scope |
| At La Roquette |