Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Prosper (youp la boum), artist - Maurice Chevalier. Date of issue: 11.04.2010
Song language: French
Prosper (youp la boum)(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 |