Текст и перевод песни Eddy Mitchell - Mister JB - Live Olympia, Paris / 2004

Mister JB - Live Olympia, Paris / 2004

Hey! Mister J.B., refais-moi le coup du funky
Hey! Mister J.B., refais-moi le coup du funky
Mister dynamite, parrain de la soul-music
Où est passée ta sex-machine
Tu sais... I feel good, quand tu danses, chantes et bouges
C'est très grand, aint' that groove?
C'était moins marrant à la Nouvelle-Orléans
Toi en prison, c'est navrant
Hey! Mister J.B., refais-moi le coup du funky
Hey! Mister J.B., refais-moi le coup du funky
T'as fait le boxeur, pour les blancs t'as été cireur
Mais pour les noirs le soul brother
T'es l'dieu des rappeurs, ces pâles imitateurs
Qui n'arrivent pas à ta hauteur
Je crie: please, please, please, reviens et fais sonner tes cuivres
Et j'pourrai dire "I got feelin"
Hey! Mister J.B., refais-moi le coup du funky
Hey! Mister J.B., refais-moi le coup du funky.

Mister JB - Live Olympia, Paris / 2004

Hey! Mister J.B., give me that funky beat again
Hey! Mister J.B., give me that funky beat again
Mister dynamite, the godfather of soul music
Where did your sex machine go?
You know... I feel good, when you dance, sing and move
It's really great, ain't that groove?
It was less fun in New Orleans
You in prison, it's heartbreaking
Hey! Mister J.B., give me that funky beat again
Hey! Mister J.B., give me that funky beat again
You were a boxer, you were a shoe polisher for the white people
But for black people, you were the soul brother
You're the god of rappers, these pale imitators
Who can't reach your level
I cry: please, please, please, come back and make your horns ring
And I can say "I got feelin"
Hey! Mister J.B., give me that funky beat again
Hey! Mister J.B., give me that funky beat again.