Lyrics of Le fils de Jerry Lee Lewis - Eddy Mitchell

Le fils de Jerry Lee Lewis (original)

M’a parlé de la musique
A minuit moins douze
Sous une pluie battante
C'était un nostalgique
Du rhythm and blues
Des années soixante
Aujourd’hui me disait-il
Le rock a perdu son style
C’est mou, c’est nul, c’est du toc
Elle est loin la grande époque
Il avait cassé sa montre-bracelet
En applaudissant trop fort Bo Diddley
Avait failli mourir en même temps
Que Gene Vincent
Il avait gardé sous ses doigts
Des échardes
Provenant d’un clavier en bois
De Little Richard
Il se prenait pour le fils
D’Jerry Lee Lewis
Jerry, Jerry Lee, Jerry, Jerry Lee Lewis
Jerry, Jerry Lee, Jerry, Jerry Lee Lewis
Pour rafraîchir sa mémoire
Au lever du jour
On s’est retrouvé
Devant un dernier verre
A l’hôtel des cœurs brisés
M’a joué sur le piano bar
«Great balls of fire»
M’a parlé du «Killer»
Toute la nuit
M’a dit: Eddy y a plus d’espoir
Et s’il n’en reste qu’un
C’est qui dis?
Hum?
Il avait cassé sa montre-bracelet
En applaudissant trop fort Bo Diddley
Avait failli mourir en même temps
Que Gene Vincent
Il avait gardé sous ses doigts
Des échardes
Provenant d’un clavier en bois
De Little Richard
Il se prenait pour le fils
D’Jerry Lee Lewis
Jerry, Jerry Lee, Jerry, Jerry Lee Lewis
Jerry, Jerry Lee, Jerry, Jerry Lee Lewis

(translation)

Told me about the music
Twelve to midnight
In the pouring rain
He was a nostalgic
Rhythm and blues
sixties
Today he told me
Rock has lost its style
It's soft, it sucks, it's fake
It's a long way from the great era
He had broken his wristwatch
Clapping too loudly for Bo Diddley
Almost died at the same time
That Gene Vincent
He had kept under his fingers
splinters
From a wooden keyboard
From Little Richard
He thought he was the son
D'Jerry Lee Lewis
Jerry, Jerry Lee, Jerry, Jerry Lee Lewis
Jerry, Jerry Lee, Jerry, Jerry Lee Lewis
To refresh his memory
At sunrise
We found each other
Before a last drink
At the hotel of broken hearts
Played me on the piano bar
"Great balls of fire"
Told me about the "Killer"
All night long
Told me: Eddy there's no more hope
And if there's only one left
Who is it?
Hmm?
He had broken his wristwatch
Clapping too loudly for Bo Diddley
Almost died at the same time
That Gene Vincent
He had kept under his fingers
splinters
From a wooden keyboard
From Little Richard
He thought he was the son
D'Jerry Lee Lewis
Jerry, Jerry Lee, Jerry, Jerry Lee Lewis
Jerry, Jerry Lee, Jerry, Jerry Lee Lewis