The Dubliners — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson The Button Pusher
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Paroles
I am the man, the well fed man
In charge of the terrible knob
The most pleasing thing about it It’s almost a permanent job
When the atom war is over
And the world is split in three
A consolation I’ve got, well, maybe it’s not
There’ll be nobody left but me I sit at my desk in Washington
In charge of this great machine
More vicious than Adolf Hitler
More deadly than strychnine
And in the evening after a tiring day
Just to give myself a laugh
I hit the button a playful belt
And I listen for the blast
I am the man, the well fed man
In charge of the terrible knob
The most pleasing thing about it It’s almost a permanent job
When the atom war is over
And the world is split in three
A consolation I’ve got, well, maybe it’s not
There’ll be nobody left but me If Brezhnev starts his nonsense
And makes a nasty smell
With a wink and a nod from Nixon
I’ll blast them all to hell
And as for that fellow Castro
Him with the sugar cane
He needn’t hide behind his whiskers
I’ll get him just the same
I am the man, the well fed man
In charge of the terrible knob
The most pleasing thing about it It’s almost a permanent job
When the atom war is over
And the world is split in three
A consolation I’ve got, well, maybe it’s not
There’ll be nobody left but me If me wife denies my conjucular rights
Or me breakfast milk is sour
From eight to nine in the morning
You’re in for a nervous hour
The button being so terribly close
It’s really a dreadful joke
A bump of my ass as I go past
And we’ll all go up in smoke
I am the man, the well fed man
In charge of the terrible knob
The most pleasing thing about it It’s almost a permanent job
When the atom war is over
And the world is split in three
A consolation I’ve got, well, maybe it’s not
There’ll be nobody left but me Now I’m thinking of joining the army
The army that bans the bomb
We’ll take up a large collection
And I’ll donate my thumb
For without it I am helpless
And that’s the way to be You don’t have to kill the whole bloody lot
To make the people free
I am the man, the well fed man
In charge of the terrible knob
The most pleasing thing about it It’s almost a permanent job
When the atom war is over
And the world is split in three
A consolation I’ve got, well, maybe it’s not
There’ll be nobody left but me
Traduction des paroles
Et je donnerai mon pouce
Car sans elle je suis impuissant
Et c'est comme ça que tu n'as pas à tout tuer
Pour rendre les gens libres
Je suis l'homme, le bien nourris homme
En charge de la terrible bouton
La chose la plus agréable à ce sujet c'est presque un travail permanent
Quand la guerre des atomes est terminée
Et le monde est divisé en trois
Une consolation que j'ai, Eh bien, peut-être que ce n'est pas le cas
Il n'y aura personne à gauche, mais moi