Ian Hunter — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson All American Alien Boy
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Paroles
I packed my bags — in the land of rags
'Cos I don’t believe in them dimmo drags
Don’t wanna vote for the left wing — don’t wanna vote for the right
I gotta have both-to make me fly
Just a whitey from Blighty — heading out west
Got my little green card 'n my bulletproof vest
Goin' to old tube city — where the buzz is the best
On down the line (down the line) down the line (down the line)
Well I was born (on the line) 'n I was raised (on the line)
I was schooled (on the line) 'n I was fazed (on the line)
'N I was used (on the line) 'n I was dazed (on the line)
Just had to split (off the line) 'cos I was crazed (off the line)
'N I remember all the good times — me 'n Miller enjoyed
Up and down the M1 in some luminous yo-yo toy
But the future has to change — and to change I’ve got to destroy
Oh look out Lennon here I come — land ahoy-hoy-hoy
All American Alien Boy All American Alien Boy
Don’t look down put your feet on the ground don’t drown in the big aquarium
Don’t walk slow — put on a big show — shove your meat down vegetarians
Don’t get slugged, get mugged, get bugged, or they’ll sling you in the jug
Shove you under some rug, give you some drug — pull out the plug and then…
And they’re telling me this hamburger’s cheaper than the other
'N this television’s cheaper than the other
And they’re selling me hotdogs cheaper than the other
'N these pizzas cheaper than the other
And I don’t understand all this — I’m just an All American Alien Boy
'N they’re telling me rifles are shot in Connecticut
They’re telling me pistols are shot in Westchester
You can get a Saturday Night Special on Flatbush, on the Bowery, or the Bronx
Or on 42nd Street — And I don’t understand all this — being an All American
Alien Boy
I’ve got sodium nitrate rotting in my guts
My head’s full of ulcers I got lungs full of butts
My heart wants a transplant — it thinks that I’m nuts
My logic won’t open — my eyes won’t shut
'N I’m beginning to dig all this — being an All American Alien Boy
And your women are always right (alright)
They always know so much more
'Cos the women came from heaven
'N the men came outta some store
'N they don’t know who they are and they don’t know what they’re for
I’m an All American Alien Boy — look out Mary Tyler Moore — All American
Alien Boy — etc.
Ten Bears, Two Bears, Standing Bear, Plenty Bear,
Old Bear, Brave Bear, Hollow Horn Bear
Silver Knife, Spotted Tail, Yellow Hand, Red Cloud,
Red Fox, Red Horse, Black Kettle,
White Ghost, White Bull, White Thunder, White Hog,
hold on a minute gotta frog in my throat
Cochise, Alchise, Roman Nose, Geronimo — hold on a minute — more to go Sitting Bull, Tall Bull, Crazy Horse and Short Bull,
Low Dog, Red Dog, Yellow Wolf, Low Wolf
Loco, Victorio, Chato, Little Crow, Dead Eyes, Jak, Taza 'n Colorow
My mouth’s exploiting that’s enough of this noise
I guess we’re all — All American Alien Boys.
Traduction des paroles
Mon cœur veut une greffe - il pense que je suis fou
Ma logique ne s'ouvre pas-mes yeux ne se ferment pas
'N je commence à creuser tout cela-être un garçon Alien américain
Et vos femmes ont toujours raison (bien)
Ils en savent toujours beaucoup plus
Parce que les femmes sont venues du ciel
'N des hommes sont venus outta certains magasin
Ils ne savent pas qui ils sont et ils ne savent pas à quoi ils servent
Je suis un garçon Alien Tout américain — attention Mary Tyler Moore - Tout américain
Garçon étranger-etc.
Dix Ours, Deux Ours, Ours Debout, Ours Beaucoup,
Vieux Ours, Courageux Ours, Creux Corne Ours
Couteau En Argent, Queue Tachetée, Main Jaune, Nuage Rouge,
Renard Roux, Cheval Rouge, Bouilloire Noire,
Fantôme Blanc, Taureau Blanc, Tonnerre Blanc, Porc Blanc,
attends une minute j'ai une grenouille dans la gorge
Cochise, Alchise, nez romain, Geronimo-attendez une minute-plus pour aller Taureau Assis, Taureau Grand, Cheval Fou et Taureau court,
Chien Bas, Chien Rouge, Loup Jaune, Loup Bas
Loco, Victorio, Chato, petit Corbeau, yeux morts, Jak, Taza ' n Colorow
Ma bouche exploite ça suffit
Je suppose que nous sommes tous des aliens américains.