Translation of the song lyrics Un golfeur - Lynda Lemay

Un golfeur (original)

Il avait les mains larges
Les épaules carrées
Il avait un visage
Maturés, basané
Je n’avais a me plaindre
D’aucunes fautes de gout
Tiré à quatre épingles
Il arrivait chez nous
J’aimais son apparence
Dans ses chemises en lin
Il me rappelais je pense
Mes romans Arlequin
Un soir visant mes hanches
Il me tendit un bras
Et l’rebord de sa manche
Du coup se retroussa
Adieu le grand coup d’foudre
J’ai vu que son bronzage
N’allait que d’la main au coude
Et du coup au visage
Adieux homme de rêve
Ah non mais quel horreur
J’suis passé a deux lèvres
D’embrasser un golfeur
Ca s’prend pour des athlètes
Mais c’est mou des abdos
Ca roule en voiturette
CA manque de libido
C’est bein juste excité
Deux mains sur leur bâton
A essayer de viser
Des trous border d’gazon
Ca s’habille en jaune pale
Ca s’tiens le p’tit corp droit
Ca s’retrouve entre mâle
Ca aime un peu trop ca
Ca s’attarde au vestiaire
Ca s’compare le putter
Puis sa va boire d’la bière
Puis c’est dont d’bonne humeur
Ca s’leve à l’heure des poules
Pour fuire leurs p’tites famille
Jusqu’au soir ou sa saoule et puis qu’sa veut plus rvenir
Ca s’redonne rendez vous pour le lendemain matin
Pour un autre 18 trous
Entre très bon copains
Ca r’viens a contre cœur vers leurs femme debout
Qui dit «As tu vu l’heure «et puis qui fait l’marabout
Ca fait semblant d’pas voir la jaquette en satin
Qu’elle porte pour faire valoir
Ses jolis petit seins
Sa attend qu’la crise passe
Puis sa tombe endormis
Ca rêve a leurs club house
Ca reve a leurs caddies …

Un golfeur (translation)

He had wide hands
Square shoulders
He had a face
Matured, swarthy
I had nothing to complain about
No faults of taste
Dressed to the nines
He was coming to our house
I liked his appearance
In his linen shirts
He remembered I think
My Harlequin novels
One night aiming at my hips
He held out his arm to me
And the edge of his sleeve
Suddenly rolled up
Farewell to the great thunderbolt
I saw that her tan
Only went from hand to elbow
And hit in the face
farewell dream man
Oh no but how awful
I went to two lips
To kiss a golfer
It is taken for athletes
But it's soft abs
It's riding a cart
CA lack of libido
It's well just excited
Two hands on their stick
Trying to aim
Holes lined with grass
It dresses in pale yellow
It's holding the little body straight
It is found between male
I like it a little too much
It lingers in the locker room
It compares to the putter
Then its going to drink beer
Then it's in a good mood
It gets up at hen time
To flee their little families
Until the evening when he gets drunk and then he doesn't want to come back
It makes another appointment for the next morning
For another 18 holes
Between very good friends
It comes reluctantly to their wives standing
Who says "Have you seen the time" and then who does the marabout
It pretends not to see the satin jacket
That she wears to assert
Her pretty little breasts
Its waiting for the crisis to pass
Then her falls asleep
It dreams of their clubhouses
It dreams of their caddies...