Текст и перевод песни Carlos - Le kikouyou

Le kikouyou

(Parl?)
Sur une musique d'Alain Prost et des paroles de Laurent Fignon,

Voici le Kikouyou.

Sous le plus grand des baobabs,
Vivait le bon roi Marmelade.
Le plus d? gourdi, le plus beau, le plus fort
Qui rafflait toutes les m? dailles d'or.
Mais comme il? tait fain? ant,
Encore plus qu'un orang-outang,
Il dormait le jour et dansait toute la nuit
Et chantait? tous ses amis.

Bouge ton Kikouyou, bwana? a c'est beau,
Ca va t'remonter la dynamo.
Bouge ton kikouyou, bwana? a c'est chouette,
Ca va t'd? coincer la zigounette.
Bouge ton Kikouyou, bwana? a c'est bon,
Tu vas grimper sur le gu? ridon.
Bouge ton Kikouyou, bwana sois pas nul,
Si tu veux plaire? la gudule.

(Parl?)
Bon, c'? tait le premier couplet,? a vous a plu?
-Ouiiiiii!
On attaque le second couplet, hein?
-(Silence)
-Bon d'accord!

Jusqu'au plus lointain des villages,
Les tam-tams portaient son message.
Et toutes les mamas au fond de leurs paillottes
S'? clataient en f'sant la popotte.
M? me le grand sorcier fain? ant,
Beaucoup plus qu'un orang-outang,
Qui ronflait le jour et dormait toute la nuit,
Chanta en secouant ses gris-gris.

Bouge ton Kikouyou, bwana? a c'est beau,
Ca va t'remonter la dynamo.
Bouge ton kikouyou, bwana? a c'est chouette,
Ca va t'd? coincer la zigounette.
Bouge ton Kikouyou, bwana? a c'est bon,
Tu vas grimper sur le gu? ridon.
Bouge ton Kikouyou, bwana sois pas nul,
Si tu veux plaire? la gudule.

(Parl?)
-Bon, il y a encore un troisi? me couplet, vous voulez vraiment l'entendre, oui?
- Ouiiiiii!
-Je continue donc la chanson, quoi, hein?
- Ouiiiiii!
Eh bien, voil?, voil?!

Un journaliste en balade,
Rencontra le roi Marmelade.
Et quand il le vit tr? mousser son derri? re,
Il en resta le cul par terre.
Comme il? tait tr? s rus?,
Beaucoup plus que les chimpanz? s.
Il dit au bon roi, je suis impr? sario,
Et depuis sur toutes les radios.
Bouge ton Kikouyou, bwana? a c'est beau,
Ca va t'remonter la dynamo.
Bouge ton kikouyou, bwana? a c'est chouette,
Ca va t'd? coincer la zigounette.
Bouge ton Kikouyou, bwana? a c'est bon,
Tu vas grimper sur le gu? ridon.
Bouge ton Kikouyou, bwana sois pas nul,
Si tu veux plaire? la gudule.

Bouge ton Kikouyou, bouge ton Kikouyou.
Bouge ton Kikouyou, bouge ton Kikouyou.

Bouge ton Kikouyou, bwana? a c'est beau,
Ca va t'remonter la dynamo.
Bouge ton kikouyou, bwana? a c'est chouette,
Ca va t'd? coincer la zigounette.
Bouge ton Kikouyou, bwana? a c'est bon,
Tu vas grimper sur le gu? ridon.

Bouge ton Kikouyou, bwana sois pas nul,
Si tu veux plaire? la gudule.

(Parl?)
-Vous voyez que c'? tait pas difficile!

The Kikouyou

(Spoken)
With music by Alain Prost and lyrics by Laurent Fignon,

Here is the Kikouyou.

Under the greatest of baobab trees,
Lived the good King Marmalade.
The most jovial, the most handsome, the strongest,
Who snagged all the gold medals.
But because he was lazy,
Even more than an orangutan,
He slept during the day and danced all night
And sang to all his friends.

Shake your Kikouyou, baby, it's beautiful,
It's gonna boost your energy.
Shake your Kikouyou, baby, it's cool,
It's gonna make your heart go boom.
Shake your Kikouyou, baby, it's good,
You'll be climbing on the furniture.
Shake your Kikouyou, baby, don't be lame,
If you want to please your dame.

(Spoken)
Well, that was the first verse, did you like it?
-Yessssss!
We're starting the second verse, right?
-(Silence)
-Alright then!

To the furthest villages,
The drums carried his message.
And all the mamas deep in their huts
Were having a blast while cooking.
Even the great lazy sorcerer,
Much lazier than an orangutan,
Who snored during the day and slept all night,
Sang while shaking his gris-gris.

Shake your Kikouyou, baby, it's beautiful,
It's gonna boost your energy.
Shake your Kikouyou, baby, it's cool,
It's gonna make your heart go boom.
Shake your Kikouyou, baby, it's good,
You'll be climbing on the furniture.
Shake your Kikouyou, baby, don't be lame,
If you want to please your dame.

(Spoken)
-Alright, there's still a third verse, do you really want to hear it, yes?
- Yessssss!
-So I'll continue the song, then, right?
- Yessssss!
Well, here it is, here it is!

A journalist on a stroll,
Met King Marmalade.
And when he saw him shake his rear,
He fell flat on his behind.
As he was very cunning,
Much more than chimpanzees,
He said to the good king, I'm an impresario,
And since then, on all the radios.
Shake your Kikouyou, baby, it's beautiful,
It's gonna boost your energy.
Shake your Kikouyou, baby, it's cool,
It's gonna make your heart go boom.
Shake your Kikouyou, baby, it's good,
You'll be climbing on the furniture.
Shake your Kikouyou, baby, don't be lame,
If you want to please your dame.

Shake your Kikouyou, shake your Kikouyou.
Shake your Kikouyou, shake your Kikouyou.

Shake your Kikouyou, baby, it's beautiful,
It's gonna boost your energy.
Shake your Kikouyou, baby, it's cool,
It's gonna make your heart go boom.
Shake your Kikouyou, baby, it's good,
You'll be climbing on the furniture.

Shake your Kikouyou, baby, don't be lame,
If you want to please your dame.

(Spoken)
-See, that wasn't so hard!