Bang Bang Bang
Mark Ronson & The Business Intl Lyrics

Un, deux, trois Bang, bang, bang
The song has a catchy chorus of 'Un, deux, trois, bang bang bang', which is the French counting to three, followed by the sound of a gunshot. It sets the energetic and explosive tone for the song.

Feathers, I'm plucking feathers One by one, by one No more skylarking, around my head Your information But there's no hiding, behind moulting feathers
The singer uses feathers as a metaphor for lies or secrets that are being revealed. He slowly and meticulously exposes them one by one and is no longer willing to overlook any more deception.

On the plane, on my brain, 'bout to do the sho' 40k contract, take it out the do' Dice, symbolize my life, roll 'em on the flo' From your grubby hands, as you hand the grandstand
The artist is about to perform in a show and is focused on making a lot of money. His life is like a game of dice and he's challenging his opponent, who is trying to deceive him with a grand illusion.

You live a shitty life, we live a bon, bon vie Hotter than the book, while we watch the tv Think you got us fooled, ooh never again First time, shame on me, second time, your time will end
The singer is pointing out the stark contrast between his and his opponent's lifestyle. He sees through their lies and trickery and promises to not be fooled again. The opponent's time of deception will come to an end soon.

No way, bang your dead, here's your silhouette Je te plumerai la, tete Je te plumerai la, tete Bang your dead, alouette, here's your silhouette Je te plumerai la, tete Je te plumerai la, tete
The phrase 'je te plumerai la tete' means 'I will pluck your head.' The artist is saying that his opponent is dead, or defeated, and that they have already lost the battle. They will be exposed and stripped of their power.

No way, no, (the clock) it's ticking forward No way, it's just a cruel, cruel world
The artist acknowledges the reality of time moving forward, but sees the world as cruel and unfair. He knows that things won't be easy, but still intends to fight for what's right.

Cruel world is fittin', they got us all hittin' With late night divisions, and lab app decisions But based with decisions, to fight a fricassee And you've clearly decided, on how to handle me
The artist recognizes that the world is set up to pit people against each other, with late night divisions and corporate decisions that affect people's lives. But he's fighting against this system and his opponent has chosen to go against him.

Difficile, imbecile, is it fake, is it real Are we dying on our feet, are we trying in our sleep There's a rumour goin' 'round, 'bout the suits runnin' town If you look into the sky, them birds fly high, high, high
The artist questions whether what he sees is real or fake, and whether people are fighting for their rights or not. He also brings up a rumor about corrupt politicians and suggests that birds flying high are an omen of change.

Numbers, you got that number You're looking outwards, and don't see the big picture Over your shoulder, you'll get no last words Because it's too late, you've clipped your own wings (your own wings)
The artist tells his opponent that they are too focused on numbers and profits, and are blind to the bigger picture. They won't be able to justify their actions because they have limited themselves and clipped their own potential.

We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin' We're believin' in the proof, we're believin' in the truth We're believin' in each other, not you, you, you Stories (you with the tall tales), how many stories (so many tall tales)
The artist rejects his opponent's stories and deceit and instead believes in tangible evidence and truth. He also believes in people, rather than in those in power.

We climb the structure (you scale the ladder) You build it higher (you make us madder) We take our aim (so now we're bearin' off) You perch above your nest (in your charms) The stories in your head (it's a crazy bald head) That's what got you dead
The artist sees the power structure and ladder that his opponent is climbing and acknowledges the frustration and anger that comes with it. They aim to strike back, while his opponent is sheltered in their own charm. The artist sees the stories in the opponent's head as a manifestation of their defeat.

Un, deux, trois No one ever does it like that anymore Bang, bang, bang When feathers fly, you deny everything (alouette) Un, deux, trois No one ever does it like that anymore Bang, bang, bang (alouette) When feathers fly, you deny everything yo
The artist concludes the song with a repetition of the chorus, highlighting the explosive nature of the conflict. When things become heated, his opponent is in denial and evades the truth. The counting to three and gunshots evoke a sense of finality and resolution.