Des Laids Des Dubs
Serge Gainsbourg Lyrics


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Quand on m'dit que j'suis moche
J'me marre doucement pour n'pas te réveiller
Tu es ma p'tite Marilyn
Et moi j'suis ton Miller
Hein? Non pas Arthur plutôt Henry
Le spécialiste du hardcore

La beauté cachée
Des laids des laids
Se voit sans délai délai
La beauté cachée
Des laids des laids
Se voit sans délai délai

Même musique même reggae pour mon chien
Que tout l'monde trouvait si vilain
Pauv' toutou
C'est moi qui boit et c'est lui qu'est mort
D'une cirrhose, peut-être était-ce par osmose
Tellement qu'il buvait mes paroles

La beauté cachée
Des laids des laids
Se voit sans délai délai
La beauté cachée
Des laids des laids
Se voit sans délai délai

Enfin faut faire avec c'qu'on a
La sale gueule mais on n'y peut rien
D'ailleurs nous les affreux
J'suis sûr que Dieu nous accorde
Un peu de sa miséricorde car

La beauté cachée
Des laids des laids
Se voit sans délai délai
La beauté cachée
Des laids des laids
Se voit sans délai délai, eh oui

La beauté cachée
Des laids des laids
Se voit sans délai délai
La beauté cachée
Des laids des laids
Se voit sans délai délai

La beauté cachée
Des laids des laids
Se voit sans délai délai




Délai délai
Délai délai

Overall Meaning

The song "Des Laids Des Dubs" by Serge Gainsbourg is a tribute to the beauty in the ‘unattractive’. The singer of the song talks about how when he is called ugly, he quietly laughs to himself so as not to wake up his companion. He compares himself with Marilyn Monroe and his companion with her husband Arthur Miller. He corrects himself and says that he meant Henry, the specialist of hardcore. In these lines, Gainsbourg subtly addresses the fact that even though beauty standards vary from person to person, there is a commonly held belief that attractive people should only be with similarly attractive people. Here, he shows that physical appearance plays little to no role when it comes to love, attraction and companionship.


Gainsbourg goes on to talk about his pet dog, whom he loved even though everyone found him unattractive. He equates himself to his dog, saying "it’s me who drinks, and it’s him who’s dead" - perhaps referring to the fact that although he (Gainsbourg) may seem like a drinker or what people might consider as an unpleasant person, his dog still had a cirrhotic liver because he loved and absorbed every word his master uttered. The chorus of the song emphasizes the beauty in the ‘unattractive’. It talks about how the hidden beauty of the so-called ‘ugly’ people can be seen without delay. Gainsbourg concludes the song by saying that one has to accept what they are, and even the so-called ‘ugly’ people deserve God’s mercy.


Line by Line Meaning

Quand on m'dit que j'suis moche J'me marre doucement pour n'pas te réveiller Tu es ma p'tite Marilyn Et moi j'suis ton Miller Hein? Non pas Arthur plutôt Henry Le spécialiste du hardcore
When someone tells me that I'm ugly, I just laugh to avoid waking you up. You're my little Marilyn, And I'm your Miller. Wait, not Arthur, rather Henry, The specialist of hardcore.


La beauté cachée Des laids des laids Se voit sans délai délai La beauté cachée Des laids des laids Se voit sans délai délai
The hidden beauty Of the ugly, the ugly Is seen instantly, instantly. The hidden beauty Of the ugly, the ugly Is seen instantly, instantly.


Même musique même reggae pour mon chien Que tout l'monde trouvait si vilain Pauv' toutou C'est moi qui boit et c'est lui qu'est mort D'une cirrhose, peut-être était-ce par osmose Tellement qu'il buvait mes paroles
Same music, same reggae for my dog, That everyone found so ugly. Poor puppy. I'm the one who drinks and he's the one who died, Maybe it was by osmosis, he drank my words so much.


Enfin faut faire avec c'qu'on a La sale gueule mais on n'y peut rien D'ailleurs nous les affreux J'suis sûr que Dieu nous accorde Un peu de sa miséricorde car
In the end, we have to deal with what we have, The ugly face, but we can't do anything about it. Anyway, for us ugly ones, I'm sure that God grants us A bit of his mercy because


La beauté cachée Des laids des laids Se voit sans délai délai La beauté cachée Des laids des laids Se voit sans délai délai, eh oui
The hidden beauty Of the ugly, the ugly Is seen instantly, instantly. The hidden beauty Of the ugly, the ugly Is seen instantly, instantly, yes.


La beauté cachée Des laids des laids Se voit sans délai délai La beauté cachée Des laids des laids Se voit sans délai délai
The hidden beauty Of the ugly, the ugly Is seen instantly, instantly. The hidden beauty Of the ugly, the ugly Is seen instantly, instantly.


La beauté cachée Des laids des laids Se voit sans délai délai Délai délai Délai délai
The hidden beauty Of the ugly, the ugly Is seen instantly, instantly. Instantly, instantly, Instantly, instantly.




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Written by: Serge Gainsbourg

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Elian


on Ford Mustang

We're swapping spits / We're snorting lines [double entendre] (On s' fait des "lines")
In a Ford Mustang
And then, "Bang"
We're banging in [triple entendre]
To the plane trees / And then, "Bang," we're getting high ("embrasser les platanes = planer" [ French] (=to get high)
"Mus" to the left
"Tang" to the right
And to the left, to the right

A windshield wiper
A pack of Kool
A badge with the inscription
"Keep Cool"
A bar of
Chocolate
A Coca-Cola

We're swapping spits / We're snorting lines
In a Ford Mustang
And then, "Bang"
We're banging in
To the plane trees
"Mus" to the left
"Tang" to the right
And to the left, to the right

A bottle
Of make-up fluid
A flashgun
A Browning (automatic pistol)
A phonograph
A volume
Of Edgar A. Poe
And a plain brass ZIPPO

We're swapping spits / We're snorting lines
In a Ford Mustang
And then, "Bang"
We're banging in
To the plane trees
"Mus" to the left
"Tang" to the right
And to the left, to the right

An edition
Of Superman
A nut from
Paco
Rabanne
A pic of
Marilyn
A tube of aspirin

We're swapping spits / We're snorting lines
In a Ford Mustang
And then, "Bang"
We're banging in
To the plane trees
"Mus" to the left
"Tang" to the right
And to the left, to the right

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