Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Normal Tremblay, artist - Les Cowboys Fringants. Date of issue: 16.02.2009
Song language: French
Normal Tremblay(original) |
| Normal! |
| Normal! |
| Quand Normal rentrait dans son bar |
| On s’arrêtait de jouer aux dards |
| Tous les soiffards l’applaudissaient |
| C’est dire comment on le respectait |
| Il avait une trâlée d’amis |
| Dont plusieurs auraient tué pour lui |
| Histoire de l’entendre de vive-voix |
| Faire le récit… de ses exploits |
| Orné d’une tonsure longueilloise |
| Et d’une moustache gauloise |
| C'était un type d’la vieille école |
| Qui portait sans honte la camisole |
| Chaque fois qu’il rentrait au bercail |
| Couvert de gloire et de médailles |
| Il avait le regard triomphal |
| D’un grand guerrier médiéval |
| Normal était ben content |
| Il r’venait du Lac St-Jean |
| Où il avait gagné hier |
| Le mondial de calage de bière |
| Il exhibait son buck en or |
| Fruit de ses récents efforts |
| Les yeux fatigués et petits |
| Mais fier du devoir accompli |
| Il partageait un grand festin |
| Entouré de tous ses copains |
| Pepin Lepine, Bunny Dupras |
| Jean, Carlo pis Vincent Caza |
| Des gros rib steaks à volonté |
| Et des langues de porc marinées |
| Que l’on mangeait jusqu'à vomir |
| En s’arrosant d’bière et de kir |
| Alors qu’la grosse Nancy Leclerc |
| V’nait d’se sacrer les boules à l’air |
| Normal avala de travers |
| Et tomba la face dans l’dessert |
| Pompés par l’ambiance bavaroise |
| Devenue de plus en plus grivoise |
| On ne porta pas attention |
| À ses spasmes et ses convulsions |
| Normal était ben content |
| La face raide comme du ciment |
| Étampée dans l’pudding chômeur |
| Lui qui était mort depuis une heure |
| On retrouve le macchabée |
| Le lendemain du party |
| Avec une langue de porc vinaigrée |
| Qui marinait dans son gosier |
| Si par hasard vous vous d’mandez |
| Pourquoi la toune est si bâclée |
| Ça s’peut qu’on vous réponde ben fort |
| Qu’nous autre on donne notre langue au porc! |
| Ça c’est Normal! |
| Normal! |
| Normal! |
| (translation) |
| Normal! |
| Normal! |
| When Normal walked into his bar |
| We stopped playing darts |
| All the thirsty people applauded him |
| That's how we respected him |
| He had a string of friends |
| Many of whom would have killed for him |
| History of hearing it out loud |
| Telling the story... of his exploits |
| Adorned with a Longueiloise tonsure |
| And a Gallic mustache |
| He was an old school guy |
| Who shamelessly wore the camisole |
| Every time he came home |
| Covered in glory and medals |
| He had a triumphant gaze |
| Of a great medieval warrior |
| Normal was very happy |
| He was coming from Lac St-Jean |
| where he won yesterday |
| The World Beer Stall |
| He was showing off his golden buck |
| Fruit of his recent efforts |
| Tired and small eyes |
| But proud of a job well done |
| He shared a great feast |
| Surrounded by all his friends |
| Pepin Lepine, Bunny Dupras |
| Jean, Carlo and Vincent Caza |
| Large rib steaks at will |
| And marinated pork tongues |
| That we ate until we vomited |
| Dozing off with beer and kir |
| While fat Nancy Leclerc |
| Had just sacked the balls in the air |
| Normal swallowed askew |
| And fell face down in the dessert |
| Pumped by the Bavarian atmosphere |
| Becoming more and more ribald |
| We paid no attention |
| To her spasms and convulsions |
| Normal was very happy |
| The face stiff as cement |
| Stamped in unemployed pudding |
| He who had been dead for an hour |
| We find the stiff |
| The day after the party |
| With a vinegared pork tongue |
| Who marinated in his throat |
| If by any chance you wonder |
| Why the tune is so sloppy |
| It is possible that we will answer you very loudly |
| Let the rest of us give our tongues to the pig! |
| That's Normal! |
| Normal! |
| Normal! |