Le Joyeux Fêtard
Serge Lama Lyrics
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Le vieil amant, le vieux mari,
L'ascenseur est en panne
Et son coeur, que c'est haut !
Là-haut, que c'est haut !
Il farfouille dans ses pensées
Mais où donc il a foutu ses clés ?
Qu'il est lourd, mon Dieu, qu'il est lourd
Le trou de serrure est trop petit,
A croire que la clé a grandi
Voilà qu'la porte s'ouvre toute seule
Et qu'il reçoit une main sur la gueule
Ca lui apprendra à faire la fête
En laissant bobonne à la maison
Quand on n'est plus de la première jeunesse
Faut le mettre au placard, son mirliton !
The lyrics of Serge Lama's song "Le Joyeux Fêtard" tell the story of an older man who is stumbling his way home after a night of revelry. He is both an old lover and an old husband, and as he enters his building, he realizes that the elevator is out of order and his heart is racing. He feels how high it is, both physically and emotionally.
As he tries to find his keys in his scattered thoughts, he sits on every floor. He feels the weight of his actions, realizing the consequences of his behavior. The keyhole seems too small, as if the key has grown. Suddenly, the door opens by itself, and he receives a slap in the face. This serves as a lesson for him to stop partying and leaving his wife at home. He realizes that as they age, they should leave their youthful antics behind and embrace a more settled and responsible life.
Overall, the lyrics depict the inner conflict of a man who indulges in youthful behavior while trying to navigate the realities of advancing age and commitment to his partner. It serves as a cautionary tale about the consequences of neglecting important relationships in pursuit of temporary pleasure.
Line by Line Meaning
Titubant, il rentre chez lui
Staggering, he returns home
Le vieil amant, le vieux mari
The old lover, the old husband
L'ascenseur est en panne
The elevator is out of order
Et son coeur, que c'est haut !
And his heart, oh how high it is!
Là-haut, que c'est haut !
Up there, oh how high it is!
Il farfouille dans ses pensées
He rummages through his thoughts
Mais où donc il a foutu ses clés ?
But where did he put his keys?
A tous les étages il s'assoit
He sits on every floor
Qu'il est lourd, mon Dieu, qu'il est lourd
How heavy he is, oh my God, how heavy he is
Le trou de serrure est trop petit,
The keyhole is too small
A croire que la clé a grandi
You'd think the key has grown
Voilà qu'la porte s'ouvre toute seule
And now the door opens on its own
Et qu'il reçoit une main sur la gueule
And he receives a smack on the face
Ca lui apprendra à faire la fête
That will teach him to party
En laissant bobonne à la maison
Leaving his wife at home
Quand on n'est plus de la première jeunesse
When one is no longer a young person
Faut le mettre au placard, son mirliton !
You have to put away his party hat!
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