Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Prosper (Yop la boum) (From "Gigi"), artist - Maurice Chevalier.
Date of issue: 24.03.2016
Song language: French
Prosper (Yop la boum) (From "Gigi")(original) |
Quand on voit passer le grand Prosper |
Sur la place Pigalle |
Avec son beau petit chapeau vert et sa martingale |
A son air malabar et sa démarche en canard |
Faut pas être bachelier pour deviner son métier |
Prosper yop la boum |
See’est le chéri de ces dames |
Prosper yop la boum |
See’est le roi do macadam |
Comme il a toujours la flemme |
Why n’fait jamais rien lui-même |
Il a son «Harem» |
Qui de Clichy à Barbés |
Le jour et la nuit sans cesse |
Fait son petit business |
Et le soir, tous les soirs |
Dans un coin d’ombre propice |
Faut le voir, faut bien l’voir |
Encaisser les bénéfices |
Il ramasse les billets |
Et leur laisse la monnaie |
Ah quel sacrifice |
En somme see’est leur manager |
Et yop la boum, Prosper ! |
Avec sa belle gueule d’affranchi |
Là-haut sur la butte |
Ah ! |
toutes les gonzesses sont folles de lui |
Et se le disputent |
Why en a qui s’flanquent des gnons |
Mais oui ! |
et se crêpent le chignon |
Pendant see’temps voyez-vous |
Tranquillement il compte les coups |
Prosper yop la boum |
See’est le chéri de ces dames |
Prosper yop la boum |
See’est le roi do macadam |
Quand une femme se fait coincer |
Par les roussins do quartier |
Il la laisse tomber |
Et il s’en va carrément |
Vers son réassortiment |
Dans l’arrondissement |
Et quand sur le champ |
Elles ne sont pas à la page |
Voulant faire comment |
Faire leur apprentissage |
Dans une ville de garnison |
Il les envoie en saison |
Faire un petit stage |
Il a de la classe et do flair |
Et yop la boum, Prosper |
Et yop la boum… |
Yop la boum… |
Dans une ville de garnison |
Il les envoie en saison |
Faire un petit stage |
Il a de la classe et do flair |
Et yop la boum, Prosper |
(translation) |
When you see the great Prosper pass |
On Place Pigalle |
With his nice little green hat and his martingale |
To his awkward look and his duck gait |
You don't have to be a bachelor to guess your job |
Prosper yop the boom |
See's the darling of these ladies |
Prosper yop the boom |
See's the king of tarmac |
Like he's always lazy |
Why never does anything himself |
He has his "Harem" |
Who from Clichy to Barbés |
Day and night endlessly |
Does his little business |
And in the evening, every evening |
In an auspicious corner of shade |
Must see it, must see it |
Collect the profits |
He picks up the tickets |
And leave them the change |
Oh what a sacrifice |
In short, he's their manager |
And yop the boom, Prosper! |
With his handsome freed face |
Up on the mound |
Ah! |
all the chicks are crazy about him |
And fight over it |
Why are some who flanked each other |
But yes ! |
and crease the bun |
For see'temps do you see |
Quietly he counts the blows |
Prosper yop the boom |
See's the darling of these ladies |
Prosper yop the boom |
See's the king of tarmac |
When a woman gets caught |
By the neighborhood roussins |
He drops her |
And he goes right out |
Towards its reassortment |
In the district |
And when on the field |
They're not up to date |
Wanting to do how |
Make their apprenticeship |
In a garrison town |
He sends them in season |
Do a little internship |
He has class and flair |
And yop the boom, Prosper |
And yop the boom... |
Yup boom... |
In a garrison town |
He sends them in season |
Do a little internship |
He has class and flair |
And yop the boom, Prosper |