Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chahut-bahut, artist - Guy Beart. Album song Les 50 plus belles chansons, in the genre ЭстрадаDate of issue: 17.10.2019
Record label: Polydor France
Song language: French
Chahut-bahut(original) |
| Grand-père est prolétaire |
| Papa consommateur |
| Moi je suis contestataire |
| Voici pourquoi quand il s’agit de déménager |
| Le bahut de la salle-à-manger |
| Quel chahut on a eu |
| Pour déplacer l' bahut |
| Chacun tenait sa méthode |
| Pour le glisser le long de l’escalier |
| Et le conduire au grenier |
| Chacun s’accrochait à son opinion |
| En échangeant quelques gnons |
| Corps à corps métaphore |
| Et valse dans l' décor |
| Moi je ne suis pas d’accord |
| Chahut-bahut, chahut-bahut |
| Chahut-bahut, chahut-bahut |
| Grand-mère lit son bréviaire |
| Maman l’Observateur |
| Moi je suis contestataire |
| Sacré bahut quand on se mit à l’emporter |
| Chacun tira de son côté |
| Quel chahut on a eu |
| Pour déplacer l' bahut |
| Moi je veux le mettre en pièces |
| Pour le manier plus commodément |
| Faut l' couper en éléments |
| Ma sœur veut se servir d’une manivelle |
| C’est une intellectuelle |
| Et Papa pas à pas le pousse par le bas |
| Moi je ne transige pas |
| Chahut-bahut, chahut-bahut |
| Chahut-bahut, chahut-bahut |
| Enfin vaille que vaille |
| Le bahut s'ébranla |
| En faisant trembler les murailles |
| Ne me demandez pas comment il arriva |
| Cahin-caha dans le brouhaha |
| Quel chahut on a eu |
| Pour déplacer l' bahut |
| On en discutait encore |
| Lorsque soudain comme je l’avais prévu |
| Dans un grand chahut-bahut |
| Le revoici qui traverse le plafond |
| Et tranche la discussion |
| Et l' bahut on l’a eu à peine sur les bras |
| Qu' toute la maison s’effondra |
| (translation) |
| Grandfather is proletarian |
| consumer dad |
| I am a dissenter |
| Here's why when it comes to moving |
| The Dining Room Credenza |
| What a ruckus we had |
| To move the sideboard |
| Everyone had their method |
| To slide it down the stairs |
| And lead him to the attic |
| Everyone clung to their opinion |
| By exchanging a few nuts |
| Melee metaphor |
| And waltz in the decor |
| I don't agree |
| Ruckus, ruckus |
| Ruckus, ruckus |
| Grandmother reads her breviary |
| Mom the Watcher |
| I am a dissenter |
| Holy shit when we started to take it away |
| Each one pulled to his side |
| What a ruckus we had |
| To move the sideboard |
| I want to tear it to pieces |
| To handle it more conveniently |
| You have to cut it into elements |
| My sister wants to use a crank |
| She's an intellectual |
| And daddy step by step pushes him down |
| I don't compromise |
| Ruckus, ruckus |
| Ruckus, ruckus |
| Finally come what may |
| The sideboard shook |
| Shaking the walls |
| Don't ask me how it happened |
| Juggling in the hubbub |
| What a ruckus we had |
| To move the sideboard |
| We were still discussing it |
| When suddenly as I had planned |
| In a big ruckus |
| Here it is again coming through the ceiling |
| And cut the argument |
| And the chest we barely had it on our hands |
| That the whole house collapsed |