Douze belles dans la peau
Serge Gainsbourg Lyrics


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Un, deux, trois, quart, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix, onze, douze
Quand t'auras douze belles dans la peau, deux duchesses et dix dactylos
Qu'est ce que t'auras de plus sinon, sinon qu'un peu de plombs?
Un peu de plombs dans l'aile, pas plus dans la cervelle

Quand t'auras claqué ton grisbi
Dans toutes les boîtes à coup de fusil
Tu ne seras jamais qu'un pigeon avec un peu de plombs
Un peu de plomb dans l'aile, pas plus dans la cervelle

Quand dans le feu de la passion, aux échelles des bas nylons
Tu grimperas, tu grimperas après qu'est ce que t'auras?
T'auras du plomb dans l'aile, pas plus dans la cervelle

Quand t'auras aimé à tout vent, et que tes poules n'auront plus de dents
Pour te bouffer l'coeur dans la main, hé ben mon gros malin
T'auras du plomb dans l'aile, pas plus dans la cervelle

Et quand t'auras passé ta vie, derrière les barreaux de ton lit
Tu diras que tu t'en ais payé et oui et puis après?
T'auras du plomb dans l'aile, pas plus dans la cervelle

Mais p't être bien qu'tu ne feras pas de vieux os
Avec tes douze belles dans la peau




Tu tomberas un jour sur un gars, un gars qui t'enverra
Du plomb dans la cervelle et il t'poussera des ailes

Overall Meaning

Serge Gainsbourg's song Douze Belles Dans la Peau is a warning to those who think that having multiple beautiful women in their life will bring them happiness and fulfillment. The song begins with the count from one to twelve, symbolizing the women that the singer desires. When he finally has those twelve women in his life, including two duchesses and ten secretaries, he realizes that all he has gained is a "little lead" in his wing and not much else. He uses the metaphor of lead to represent the inevitable ruin that comes with pursuing superficial pleasures.


The song continues with the warning that the singer will never be anything more than a "pigeon" with a little bit of lead in his wing if he spends all his money in the pursuit of these women. He will never have any real substance or purpose in his life. The song also suggests that if he continues to pursue women and pleasure without any regard for morality or decency, he will eventually end up behind bars.


The final verse of the song is a cautionary tale about the dangers of living such a frivolous and shallow life. The singer may not live to be old because he may encounter someone who will put a bullet in his head and give him wings. This serves as a warning that living for external pleasures and ignoring the deeper aspects of life may cause one's downfall.


Line by Line Meaning

Un, deux, trois, quart, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix, onze, douze
Counting from one to twelve


Quand t'auras douze belles dans la peau, deux duchesses et dix dactylos
When you have twelve beautiful women by your side, including two duchesses and ten secretaries


Qu'est ce que t'auras de plus sinon, sinon qu'un peu de plombs?
What else will you have besides a little bit of lead?


Un peu de plombs dans l'aile, pas plus dans la cervelle
You'll have a little bit of lead on your wings, but not in your brain


Quand t'auras claqué ton grisbi
When you've spent all your money


Dans toutes les boîtes à coup de fusil
In every nightclub by shooting your gun


Tu ne seras jamais qu'un pigeon avec un peu de plombs
You'll never be more than a pigeon with a little bit of lead


Un peu de plomb dans l'aile, pas plus dans la cervelle
A little bit of lead on your wings, but not in your brain


Quand dans le feu de la passion, aux échelles des bas nylons
When, in the heat of passion, you climb up the ladders of nylon stockings


Tu grimperas, tu grimperas après qu'est ce que t'auras?
You'll climb and climb, but what will you have?


T'auras du plomb dans l'aile, pas plus dans la cervelle
You'll have a little bit of lead on your wings, but not in your brain


Quand t'auras aimé à tout vent, et que tes poules n'auront plus de dents
When you've loved every woman out there, and your chickens have no teeth left


Pour te bouffer l'coeur dans la main, hé ben mon gros malin
To eat your heart out, my clever friend


T'auras du plomb dans l'aile, pas plus dans la cervelle
You'll have a little bit of lead on your wings, but not in your brain


Et quand t'auras passé ta vie, derrière les barreaux de ton lit
And when you've spent your life, behind the bars of your bed


Tu diras que tu t'en ais payé et oui et puis après?
You'll say that you paid for it, but then what?


T'auras du plomb dans l'aile, pas plus dans la cervelle
You'll have a little bit of lead on your wings, but not in your brain


Mais p't être bien qu'tu ne feras pas de vieux os
But maybe you won't live long


Avec tes douze belles dans la peau
With your twelve beautiful women by your side


Tu tomberas un jour sur un gars, un gars qui t'enverra
One day, you'll meet a guy who will send


Du plomb dans la cervelle et il t'poussera des ailes
Lead into your brain and give you wings




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: SERGE GAINSBOURG

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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

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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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