Lyrics of Madame Oscar - Mano Negra

Madame Oscar (original)

Madame Oscar est en retard
Elle est tombe dans un traquenard
Aujourd’hui c’est la grve des cars
Et ces connards veulent rien savoir
Madame Oscar est en ptard
Il est dj 7h-l'quart
Trop tard pour son feuillton du soir
Ca la met dans une colre noire
Qui va ram’ner Mme Oscar?
Il est trop tard Mme Oscar
Alors elle descend jusqu’au bar
Voir si des fois l’pre Zanzibar
Peut la ramener dans sa Panhard
Mais Zanzibar est au billard
D’puis c’matin qu’il arrte pas d’boire
Il veut pas croire ces histoires
De grve des cars
D’feuillton du soir
D'7h-l'quart et d’colre noire
Qui va ram’ner Mme Oscar?
Il est trop tard Mme Oscar
Mr Canut aurait bien p
La racompagner jusqu' Rpu
Mais ses lunettes ont disparu
Ses yeux peuvent pas conduire tous nus
Mme Oscar n’a plus d’espoir
Et ya personne pour s’mouvoir
Son gros ptard cherche s’assoire
Il ne trouve plus que le bord du trottoir
Qui va ram’ner Mme Oscar?
Il est trop tard Mme Oscar
V’nant du Boulevard un sale cafard
Viens s’assoire prs d’madame Oscar
Soudain il sort son grand couteau
Et il lui plante dans le dos
On lira d’main dans les journeaux
Sur l’boulvard au p’tit matin
Une pauv' vieille est morte de chagrin
Et qu’on recherche encore l’assassin
Qui va ram’ner Mme Oscar?
Il est trop tard Mme Oscar
Qui va ram’ner Mme Oscar?
Il est trop tard Mme Oscar
T’as beau t’appeller Oscar Tramor
Te v’la tout seul comme un rat mort

(translation)

Madame Oscar is late
She fell into a trap
Today is the coach strike
And these motherfuckers don't wanna know
Madame Oscar is late
It's already quarter past 7
Too late for his evening soap opera
It puts her in a black rage
Who's gonna pick Mrs. Oscar up?
It's too late Mrs. Oscar
So she goes down to the bar
See if sometimes the pre Zanzibar
Can bring her back in his Panhard
But Zanzibar is at billiards
Since this morning he hasn't stopped drinking
He doesn't want to believe these stories
From bus strike
From the evening soap opera
At 7:15 a.m. and in black anger
Who's gonna pick Mrs. Oscar up?
It's too late Mrs. Oscar
Mr Canut would have
Accompany her to Rpu
But her glasses are gone
Her eyes can't drive all naked
Mrs. Oscar has no more hope
And there's nobody to move
His fat bastard is looking to sit down
He can only find the edge of the sidewalk
Who's gonna pick Mrs. Oscar up?
It's too late Mrs. Oscar
Coming from the Boulevard a dirty cockroach
Come and sit next to Madame Oscar
Suddenly he pulls out his big knife
And he stabs her in the back
We'll read from hand in the newspapers
On the boulevard in the early morning
A poor old woman died of grief
And we're still looking for the killer
Who's gonna pick Mrs. Oscar up?
It's too late Mrs. Oscar
Who's gonna pick Mrs. Oscar up?
It's too late Mrs. Oscar
Your name is Oscar Tramor
You're all alone like a dead rat