Music & lyrics by Téléphone translated by Ey@el

Original en français

I would like to dedicate this jazzy Aristocats-like track — a true piece of anthology from our French Rolling Stones — to my reckless Tomcat who feared nothing but the flea powder and whom I miss so much especially today. Cat's really you!¹

Ey@el

Le Chat

Claws in
The love robber
Is a cat
He enjoys night
Lights

Dancing along
Easy, gentle
He goes
Where he pleases
Leaves anyway he can

In the midnight hour
He's behind you
All that glitters is his

Around Place Pigalle²
Or Place de l'Étoile³
No passageway's too tiny
For the little scoundrel

Jumping from
One chimney to the other
Raffish, hot-eyed
This intriguing animal
With a vertical grin
Doesn't know when he hurts

In the midnight hour
He's behind you
At noon, he's away

Claws in
The love robber —
The cat
Is back

Well, this is the end!⁴

© Corine Marienneau, 1982

Translated from French by Ey@el
© lapensinemutine.eklablog.com

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