Lola Rastaquouère featuring Li
Serge Gainsbourg Lyrics


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Comment oses-tu me parler d'amour toi hein
Toi qui n'as pas connu Lola Rastaquouère
Je lui faisais le plein comme au Latécoère
Qui décolle en vibrant vers les cieux africains

Elle avait de ces yeux un vrai chat abyssin
Et ses seins deux sphères
Entre lesquelles j'abandonnais deux mois de salaire
Pour y rouler mon pauvre joint

Quand dans son sexe cyclopéen
J'enfonçais mon pieu tel l'Ulysse d'Homère
Je l'avais raide plutôt amère
C'est moi grands dieux qui n'y voyais plus rien

Dans la moiteur torride de sa croupe d'airain
On pouvait voir éclore des renoncules par-derrière




Et par devant un conifère
Me rappelait un air jamaïcain

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Serge Gainsbourg's Lola Rastaquouère featuring Li depicts a sexual encounter with a woman named Lola Rastaquouère. The persona singing the song is taunted by his lover when he talks about love since she believes he has never met anyone like her. The persona then goes on to describe Lola's physical features, particularly her eyes and her breasts. He further reveals how he used to spend a lot of money on her and that he would abandon two months' worth of his salary just to be with her.


The persona then goes on to describe the sexual encounter he had with Lola, emphasizing that his vision was impaired when he was with her. He then describes Lola's physical features in a metaphorical way, describing her crotch as "moiteur torride" and the sexual encounter as a "conifère," which reminds him of a Jamaican tune. The lyrics are full of sexual innuendos and metaphors, which give the song a unique and artistic perspective on sexuality.


Line by Line Meaning

Comment oses-tu me parler d'amour toi hein
You dare speak to me of love, huh? How dare you when you have never met Lola Rastaquouère.


Toi qui n'as pas connu Lola Rastaquouère
You, who have never had the privilege of meeting Lola Rastaquouère.


Je lui faisais le plein comme au Latécoère
I used to fill her up like one does with a Latécoère plane before takeoff to the African skies.


Qui décolle en vibrant vers les cieux africains
Which vibrantly takes off towards the African skies.


Elle avait de ces yeux un vrai chat abyssin
Her eyes were like those of a real Abyssinian cat.


Et ses seins deux sphères
And her breasts looked like two spheres.


Entre lesquelles j'abandonnais deux mois de salaire
Between which I would gladly spend my two months' salary.


Pour y rouler mon pauvre joint
Just to roll my pathetic joint between them.


Quand dans son sexe cyclopéen
When I would enter her Cyclopean sex.


J'enfonçais mon pieu tel l'Ulysse d'Homère
Thrusting my stake in there like Homer's Ulysses.


Je l'avais raide plutôt amère
I got pretty hard, but also bitter.


C'est moi grands dieux qui n'y voyais plus rien
Good lord, I couldn't even see anymore.


Dans la moiteur torride de sa croupe d'airain
Amidst the hot moisture of her brazen behind.


On pouvait voir éclore des renoncules par-derrière
One could see snapdragons flowering behind her.


Et par devant un conifère
And in front, a conifer.


Me rappelait un air jamaïcain
That reminded me of a Jamaican tune.




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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