"On Flippe" as written by Gérard Caillieux....
Avec Machin, son frère et ses poteaux
Le samedi matin au café du métro
On a rencard avec deux ou trois autres types
Et jusqu'à dix heures du soir...

Ben ! On flippe, on flippe.

Y'en a pas un sur le tas, t'imagines
Qu'a une nana ou qu'amène sa frangine.
Ça n'empêche pas qu'on rêve de poker-strip
Et que caoua sur caoua...

Ben ! On flippe, on flippe.

Chacun à son tour !
Y'en a un qui se pointe à midi
En s'excusant d'être à la bourre
D'un air de "vous m'avez compris".
On pose pas de questions.
D'ailleurs, pourquoi qu'on en poserait
Vu que c'est la même histoire bidon
Qu'on raconte tous à peu de choses près ?

Hé, les mecs ! J'ai levé une gisquette !
Super belle ! Je te dis pas !
Puis alors au paddock, festival ! Oh là !
Seulement le matin, amoureuse, je t'aime.
Tu vois le genre ! Bon, tu m'aimes, ouais ?
Mais j'ai rencard avec les potes au café.
Qu'est-ce qu'il y a, Dédé ? Tu me crois pas ?
Et c'est pas parce que toi, jamais que nous, non plus.
Bon, les mecs, qu'est-ce qu'on fait ? Un baby, un flip ?

La MJC a rouvert ses locaux.
Paraît que cette année, ils feront des boums disco.
Nous, ces trucs-là, on boycotte par principe.
On reste là entre potes...

Et on flippe, on flippe.

Lorsque le tôlier nous dit "Les gars, c'est l'heure !"
Et que, sur le trottoir, avec nos cyclomoteurs
On reste entre nous, qu'on se grille une dernière pipe
Avant de rentrer chez nos vieux...

On flippe, on flippe.

C'est dimanche soir, et je pense que depuis deux jours
Les autres doivent croire que j'arrête pas de faire l'amour.
Faut dire que je suis là, couché... Avec la grippe.
Pendant ce temps-là, au café...

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    TranslationWith what's-his-name, his brother and his mates
    On Saturday mornings, at the Subway café
    We have got a meeting with 2 or 3 other guys
    And until 10pm...

    Well! We feel down, we feel down.

    There is no one of all that lot, you imagine
    Who has a girlfriend or who brings his sister.
    It does not prevent us from dreaming of strip poker
    And, (drinking) coffee after coffee...

    Well! We feel down, we feel down.

    To each his turn!
    There is one who arrives at midday
    Apologizing from being late
    Looking like "you understood me".
    We do not ask any question.
    Anyway, why should we ask any
    Since it is the same phoney story
    We all tell a few things approximately?

    Hey guys! I've pulled a girl!
    Super beautiful! I don't tell you!
    And then in bed, festival! Ooh la la!
    Only in the morning, enamoured, I love you.
    You see the type! So, you love me, don't you?
    But I've got a date with mates at the café.
    What's going on, Dédé? You don't believe me?
    And not because you never do, that we don't either.
    So guys, what are we doing? Table football? Pinball?

    The community center has opened again.
    This year, they may organise disco parties.
    Us, we boycott those things, on principle.
    We stay each other between mates...

    And we feel down, we feel down.

    When the bar owner tells us "Guys, it is time!"
    And, on the pavement, with our motorcycles
    We remain together, to have one last cigarette
    Before going back to our old folks...

    We feel down, we feel down.

    It is Sunday evening, and I think that, for 2 days
    The others must have thought I would keep on making love.
    Let's say that I am there, lying... Flu struck.
    Meanwhile, at the café...
    Oliviakaon July 24, 2018   Link
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    My InterpretationOne of the few songs not written by Boris himself.

    The song is about a bunch of guys who reunite every Saturday morning at a local pub. All are upset, one of them comes late and no one asks questions about each other, neither about girlfriends nor about sisters, so they dream of playing strip poker and drink lots of coffee.

    The spoken verse is about one of the guys, talking about his latest flirt and their last night together, until he is cut by another one, Dédé, who laughs because the latter has not met such a match yet. The former quickly turns to the others and asks them whether they would play baby-foot or a flipper.

    The guys talk about their local association and do not seem excited by disco dancings. Then, at 10pm, the bar owner tells them it is time to leave. They stop on the pavement to light one last cigarette before going back to their parents', riding their motorcycles.

    The ending is funny because... The narrator was not among the bunch of guys! On Sunday night, they probably think he keeps on making love all weekend long, but actually, he has got flu for at least 2 days and must stay in bed. That is the reason why they were upset.
    Oliviakaon September 13, 2017   Link

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