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J'pensais qu'tu seraisMa tout' p'tit femmeMa tout'p'tite cailleMais patatra!V'là qu'un p'tit garsUn dur à brasDans ton jardin
A déboulé
C'est pas mon fort
Les matadorsLes gros fortichesLes gros costauds
J'croyais qu'tu s'raisMa fleur du soirPour moi, peinardBonjour, bonsoirMais v'la t'y pasQu'un grand gaillardA mis son r'gardDans tes yeux noirs


Ce qui me resteMa gigoletteMa p'tite pouletteC'est ma chopineC’est mon litronEt puis mon schlassEt puis ma poissePour pas un rond


English translation :
It’s not my cup of tea
I thought you would be
my little ladymy little sparrowbut waddya knowHere’s a little guyA tough nutIn your gardenTurns up
It’s not my cup of teaMatadorsTough guys
I thought you would beMy evening flowerFor me alone, no worriesHello helloWaddya knowA great hunkIs staring intoYour black eyes
What’s left my little teaseMy little chickadeeIs my bottle,My shot of hoochMy bladeAnd my bad luckAll that for zilch

FARMER GIRL

Music by Julien Vega
Lyrics by John Greaves & Julien Vega

HERE ALL ALONE IN THE CORNFIELD AT NIGHT
THE SKY’S FULL OF STARS
AND THE MOON’S SHINING BRIGHT
IF ONLY I COULD FLY OFF LIKE A BIRD,
FLY AWAY, FLY AWAY, LIKE A BLUE BIRD.

Chorus

I’LL BE DANCER TWIRLING AROUND
AN ACTRESS, A SINGER, A BEAUTY QUEEN CROWNED
MY FACE WILL BE SEEN IN EVERY MAGAZINE
FROM PARIS TO L. A.
FROM NEW YORK TO BOMBAY
FARMER GIRL, FARMER GIRL, FLY AWAY ! (DREAM AWAY)

MY MA AND PA BOTH WORK HARD ON THE LAND,
I DO MY DAMNEDEST TO LEND THEM A HAND,
I COULD NOT STAND ALL THE STRUGGLE AND STRIFE
FARMER GIRL, FARMER’S WIFE…NOT ON YOUR LIFE.

Chorus

I JUST CAN’T LIVE LIKE A BIRD IN A CAGE
EACH DAY THAT GOES BY SEEMS MORE LIKE AN AGE
INTO THE NIGHT SKY AWAY I WILL FLY
FLY AWAY FLY AWAY LIKE A BLUEBIRD

I’LL BE DANCER TWIRLING AROUND
AN ACTRESS, A SINGER, A BEAUTY QUEEN CROWNED
MY FACE WILL BE SEEN IN EVERY MAGAZINE
FROM PARIS TO L. A.
FROM NEW YORK TO BOMBAY
ALL THIS I’LL ACHIEVE
CALL ME NAÏVE
BUT I BELIEVE
DREAMS CAN COME TRUE