Chumbawamba - Compliments of Your Waitress - translation of the lyrics into French
Chumbawamba Compliments of Your Waitress

Chumbawamba - Compliments of Your Waitress

Lyrics and translation Chumbawamba - Compliments of Your Waitress




Compliments of Your Waitress
Compliments de votre serveuse
The day drags on and stumbles
La journée s'étire et se traîne
I'm far too tired to smile
Je suis trop fatiguée pour sourire
From the kitchen to the tables
De la cuisine aux tables
I must've walked a thousand miles
J'ai dû marcher des milliers de kilomètres
The man at table number seven
L'homme à la table numéro sept
He's not where he wanted to be
Il n'est pas où il voulait être
He's far too tired, or he's just been fired,
Il est trop fatigué, ou il vient de se faire virer,
So he takes it all out on me
Alors il me le fait payer
Takes it all out on me
Il me le fait payer
Pretty young couple in the corner
Joli jeune couple dans le coin
With much too much to say
Avec trop de choses à dire
They don't like a thing that I bring them,
Ils n'aiment rien de ce que je leur apporte,
And they send it all away
Et ils renvoient tout
They look in my eyes when I apologise
Ils me regardent dans les yeux quand je m'excuse
Say they want it all for free
Disent qu'ils veulent tout gratuitement
They've got the guilt of easy money,
Ils ont la culpabilité de l'argent facile,
And they take it all out on me
Et ils me le font payer
Take it all out on me
Me le font payer
The dignity of labour
La dignité du travail
It never rang true to me
Elle n'a jamais été vraie pour moi
Where's the pride in the nine to five
Où est la fierté dans le 9 à 5
And the crook of the bended knee?
Et le pli du genou plié ?
And a man wants my telephone number
Et un homme veut mon numéro de téléphone
So drunk he can hardly see
Si ivre qu'il ne voit presque rien
And I know in the haze of rejection
Et je sais dans le brouillard du rejet
That he'll take it all out on me
Qu'il me le fera payer
Take it all out on me
Me le fera payer
So take advice from a girl who knows
Alors, prends conseil auprès d'une fille qui sait
The next time you complain
La prochaine fois que tu te plains
There's a hallway from the kitchen
Il y a un couloir depuis la cuisine
Where I know I can't be seen
Où je sais que je ne peux pas être vue
That's where I flavour the food I bring you:
C'est là que j'assaisonne la nourriture que je t'apporte :
Your steaks and your soups and your stew
Tes steaks, tes soupes et tes ragoûts
Compliments of your waitress
Compliments de votre serveuse
I can take it all out on you
Je peux te le faire payer
Take it all out on you.
Te le faire payer.




Writer(s): Neil Ferguson, Allan Whalley, Louise Watts, Judith Abbott
Chumbawamba - The Boy Bands Have Won
Album
The Boy Bands Have Won
date of release
03-03-2008

1 Lord Bateman's Motorbike
2 Refugee
3 To a Little Radio
4 When an Old Man Dies
5 Waiting for the Bus
6 Same Old Same Old
7 The Ogre
8 Charlie
9 Rip RP
10 Compliments of Your Waitress
11 You Watched Me Dance
12 Bury Me Deep
13 Sing About Love
14 (Words Flew) Right Around the World
15 A Fine Career
16 Fine Line
17 All Fur Coat & No Knickers
18 Word Bomber
19 I Wish That They'd Sack Me
20 Unpindownable
21 El Fusilado
22 Hull or Hell
23 Words Can Save Us
24 Add Me
25 What We Want
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Исполнитель Chumbawamba, альбом The Boy Bands Have Won, and All the Copyists and the Tribute Bands and the TV Talent Show Producers Have Won, If We Allow Our Culture to Be Shaped by Mimicry, Whether from Lack of Ideas or From Exaggerated Respect. You Should Never Try to Freeze Culture. What You Can Do Is Recycle That Culture. Take Your Older Brother's Hand-Me-Down Jacket and Re-Style It, Re-Fashion It to the Point Where It Becomes Your Own. But Don't Just Regurgitate Creative History, or Hold Art and Music and Literature as Fixed, Untouchable and Kept Under Glass. The People Who Try to 'Guard' Any Particular Form of Music Are, Like the Copyists and Manufactured Bands, Doing It the Worst Disservice, Because the Only Thing That You Can Do to Music That Will Damage It Is Not Change It, Not Make It Your Own. Because Then It Dies, Then It's Over, Then It's Done, and the Boy Bands Have Won.
The Boy Bands Have Won, and All the Copyists and the Tribute Bands and the TV Talent Show Producers Have Won, If We Allow Our Culture to Be Shaped by Mimicry, Whether from Lack of Ideas or From Exaggerated Respect. You Should Never Try to Freeze Culture. What You Can Do Is Recycle That Culture. Take Your Older Brother's Hand-Me-Down Jacket and Re-Style It, Re-Fashion It to the Point Where It Becomes Your Own. But Don't Just Regurgitate Creative History, or Hold Art and Music and Literature as Fixed, Untouchable and Kept Under Glass. The People Who Try to 'Guard' Any Particular Form of Music Are, Like the Copyists and Manufactured Bands, Doing It the Worst Disservice, Because the Only Thing That You Can Do to Music That Will Damage It Is Not Change It, Not Make It Your Own. Because Then It Dies, Then It's Over, Then It's Done, and the Boy Bands Have Won.
2008
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