Lyrics of Yeah Yeah Yeah - Disiz Peter Punk, Diesel, Diesel, Disiz Peter Punk

Yeah Yeah Yeah - Disiz Peter Punk, Diesel, Diesel, Disiz Peter Punk
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Date of issue: 25.04.2010
Song language: French

Yeah Yeah Yeah

(original)
Mon ultime adoré
Nous sommes ici rassemblés pour célébrer la mémoire de nos vies ennuyantes
Ces vies prédestinées et sans surprise
Mais je suis ici pour te dire qu’il en existe une différente…
La Parallèle Enchantée
Faite de surprises, de mystiques et surtout de musique
Alors tu vas appeler ton boss, tu sais, celui qui te paye à la fin du mois
Et tu ne vas pas lui demander une augmentation, non, tu ne vas pas faire ça…
Tu vas lui demander un congé… payé, bien sur
Je disais donc t’iras sur le quai NL05, et tu prendras La Parallèle Enchantée
Et tous ensemble, tous ensemble oui, nous crierons:
«Yeah, yeah, yeah !
Oh ouais, oh ouais, oh ouais !»
Disiz irrésistible, hautement comestible
Anciennement maladie musicalement transmissible
L’abus de mon style est conseillé pour la santé
Si tu veux maigrir: c’est le moment faut te lancer
J’passerai pas par quatre chemins: ce morceau c’est pour danser
Même si tu fais pitié ou que t’es timide, faut te forcer
Ici y a pas de fille, pas de gars, c’est unisexe
Ici y a pas de petit, pas de grand, c’est la fête
Ici y a pas de beau, pas de riche, pas de pauvre
Ici y a pas de moche, que des oufs, que des fauves
Dès que tu nais, t’es mis en cage, c’est chacun dans sa case
Le système nous écrase et certains vivent dans la crasse
A toi de faire ton trou, c’est à toi de faire ta place
Trouve une jolie épouse et surtout reste dans ta caste
Bientôt on va tout reprendre, tel est pris qui croyait prendre
Ils auront les boules, les glandes et les crottes de nez qui pendent
Ok, mais croise les bras et fait ta mine de boudeuse et dit: «Yeah, yeah,
yeah !
Yeah, yeah, yeah !»
T’en as marre de leur taff, de leur bouffe et de leur télé: Yeah, yeah, yeah !
Yeah, yeah, yeah !
Prend de l’attitude et fronce les sourcils et dit: «Yeah, yeah, yeah !
Yeah, yeah, yeah !»
Est ce que pour les quotas tu peux le faire en français?
Vas-y: «Oh ouais ouais ouais !
Oh ouais ouais ouais !»
Donne moi une bombe que je colore ces monstres de métal
Qui transportent nos parents au travail comme du bétail
Donne moi un feutre que je fasse des carrés noirs
Sur les dents de la meuf en couverture de Gala
Donne moi un pot de peinture que je repeigne la ville
J’veux plus voir en peinture ceux qui gouvernent ma vie
Que d’l’a merde à la radio, des trucs insipides
Et pour que tu l’achètes on te fait un clip stupide
Un copier/coller de ce qui se fait aux States
Et ainsi font-font-font les petites marionnettes
Un beat bien punk pour un flow bien Hip-Hop
La même sur du beatbox, ou alors du Be-Bop
Tout est dans l’attitude, j’ai le regard qui tue
J’ai peut-être moins de tubes mais sur scène je te tue
Pas besoin d’autotune, quand je chante c’est d’la pure
Raffiné comme du sucre, j’suis la poudre qui t’allume
Ok, mais croise les bras et fait ta mine de boudeuse et dit: «Yeah, yeah,
yeah !
Yeah, yeah, yeah !»
T’en as marre de leur taff, de leur bouffe et de leur télé: Yeah, yeah, yeah !
Yeah, yeah, yeah !
Prend de l’attitude et fronce les sourcils et dit: «Yeah, yeah, yeah !
Yeah, yeah, yeah !»
Est ce que pour les cotas tu peux le faire en français?
Vas-y: «Oh ouais ouais ouais !
Oh ouais ouais ouais !»
Yeah, yeah, yeah !
Yeah, yeah, yeah !
Yeah, yeah, yeah !
Yeah, yeah, yeah !
Yeah, yeah, yeah !
Yeah, yeah, yeah !
Oh ouais, ouais, ouais (ou ou ou)
(translation)
My beloved ultimate
We are gathered here to celebrate the memory of our boring lives
These predestined and unsurprising lives
But I'm here to tell you that there is a different one...
The Enchanted Parallel
Made of surprises, mysteries and above all music
So you gon' call your boss, you know, the one who pays you at the end of the month
And you're not going to ask her for a raise, no, you're not going to do that...
You're going to ask him for leave...paid, of course.
So I was saying you'll go to platform NL05, and you'll take La Parallèle Enchantée
And all together, all together yes, we will shout:
“Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!"
Irresistible, highly edible disiz
Formerly musically transmitted disease
Abuse of my style is advised for health
If you want to lose weight: now is the time to start
I won't cut corners: this track is for dancing
Even if you're pitiful or shy, you have to force yourself
Here there are no girls, no guys, it's unisex
Here there is no small, no big, it's party time
Here there is no beautiful, no rich, no poor
There's nothing ugly here, only eggs, only beasts
As soon as you're born, you're caged, it's everyone in their box
The system crushes us and some live in filth
It's up to you to make your hole, it's up to you to make your place
Find a pretty wife and above all stay in your caste
Soon we'll take it all back, such is taken who thought he was taking
They'll have the balls, glands and boogers hanging down
Ok, but cross your arms and act sulky and say, "Yeah, yeah,
yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!”
Are you tired of their work, their food and their TV: Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Get some attitude and frown and say, "Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!”
Can you do it in French for the quotas?
Go ahead: "Oh yeah yeah yeah!
Oh yeah yeah yeah!"
Give me a bomb I color these metal freaks
Who carry our parents to work like cattle
Give me a marker so I can make black squares
On the teeth of the girl on the cover of Gala
Give me a can of paint so I can paint the town
I no longer want to see in painting those who govern my life
That shit on the radio, tasteless stuff
And for you to buy it we make you a stupid clip
A copy/paste of what is done in the States
And so do-do-do the little puppets
A good punk beat for a good Hip-Hop flow
The same on beatbox, or Be-Bop
It's all in the attitude, I have the look that kills
I may have less hits but on stage I kill you
No need for autotune, when I sing it's pure
Refined like sugar, I'm the powder that turns you on
Ok, but cross your arms and act sulky and say, "Yeah, yeah,
yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!”
Are you tired of their work, their food and their TV: Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Get some attitude and frown and say, "Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!”
Can you do it in French for the cotas?
Go ahead: "Oh yeah yeah yeah!
Oh yeah yeah yeah!"
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah (or or or)
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