A lovely game
Paroles de Pierre Le Clercq
Musique de Michel Démorest
Chanson enregistrée le samedi 15 septembre 2012 à Auxerre.
I’m calling you from my job, my sweet wife.
You can’t imagine my life
Amongst all those papers all around me…
That’s not where I want to be.
I’m working hard to provide all your needs
And buy the books your mum reads !
I have to pay all the bills on my right…
Please don’t wait for me tonight !
You should play a lovely game of bingo now
With your mum you love to keep.
As I say, tonight again I don’t know how
I can come before you sleep.
INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC
I’m calling you from the bed, my sweetheart,
Where you will meet me to start
A love affair that will take us away
To heaven where we will stay.
I called my wife and told her not to wait…
She knows that I will be late !
I want to hold you and hug you so tight !
I’m waiting for you tonight.
We will play a lovely game of hide-and-seek,
Chasing birds and butterflies.
As I say, together we will hide and speak
Lovely words from lullabies.
What did you say ? Who will be coming soon ?
Your husband, that big baboon !
Today he won’t stay at work very late…
We have to postpone our date.
He’s working hard to provide all your needs
And buy the books no one reads !
He wants to hug you and switch off the light !
You won’t be coming tonight.
I shall play a lonely game of hide-and-seek,
Without birds and butterflies.
As I say, alone I shall not hide and speak
Lovely words from lullabies.
INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC
I’m calling back from my job, my sweet wife.
Prepare my fork and my knife !
I’m coming home to have supper with you
And with your lovely mum too.
I’m fed up with all the bills on my shelf…
My dad can pay them himself !
I want to throw them away from my sight !
You won’t be waiting tonight.
We will play a lovely game of bingo soon
With your mum you love to keep.
As you say, together we will watch the moon
That will come before we sleep…
THE MAN HANGS UP THE PHONE
We shall play an uggly game of bingo soon
With her mum I hate to keep.
As I say, together we shall watch the moon
That will come before I sleep…
Before I sleep like a sheep
And dream I slip like a ship !
Text written in Paris on Thursday 26th July 2012.