Madame Oscar - Mano Negra

Madame Oscar est en retard

Elle est tombe dans un traquenard

Aujourd’hui c’est la grve des cars

Et ces connards veulent rien savoir

Madame Oscar est en ptard

Il est dj 7h-l'quart

Trop tard pour son feuillton du soir

Ca la met dans une colre noire

Qui va ram’ner Mme Oscar?

Il est trop tard Mme Oscar

Alors elle descend jusqu’au bar

Voir si des fois l’pre Zanzibar

Peut la ramener dans sa Panhard

Mais Zanzibar est au billard

D’puis c’matin qu’il arrte pas d’boire

Il veut pas croire ces histoires

De grve des cars

D’feuillton du soir

D'7h-l'quart et d’colre noire

Qui va ram’ner Mme Oscar?

Il est trop tard Mme Oscar

Mr Canut aurait bien p

La racompagner jusqu' Rpu

Mais ses lunettes ont disparu

Ses yeux peuvent pas conduire tous nus

Mme Oscar n’a plus d’espoir

Et ya personne pour s’mouvoir

Son gros ptard cherche s’assoire

Il ne trouve plus que le bord du trottoir

Qui va ram’ner Mme Oscar?

Il est trop tard Mme Oscar

V’nant du Boulevard un sale cafard

Viens s’assoire prs d’madame Oscar

Soudain il sort son grand couteau

Et il lui plante dans le dos

On lira d’main dans les journeaux

Sur l’boulvard au p’tit matin

Une pauv' vieille est morte de chagrin

Et qu’on recherche encore l’assassin

Qui va ram’ner Mme Oscar?

Il est trop tard Mme Oscar

Qui va ram’ner Mme Oscar?

Il est trop tard Mme Oscar

T’as beau t’appeller Oscar Tramor

Te v’la tout seul comme un rat mort

Madame Oscar is late

She fell into a trap

Today is the coach strike

And these motherfuckers don't wanna know

Madame Oscar is late

It's already quarter past 7

Too late for his evening soap opera

It puts her in a black rage

Who's gonna pick Mrs. Oscar up?

It's too late Mrs. Oscar

So she goes down to the bar

See if sometimes the pre Zanzibar

Can bring her back in his Panhard

But Zanzibar is at billiards

Since this morning he hasn't stopped drinking

He doesn't want to believe these stories

From bus strike

From the evening soap opera

At 7:15 a.m. and in black anger

Who's gonna pick Mrs. Oscar up?

It's too late Mrs. Oscar

Mr Canut would have

Accompany her to Rpu

But her glasses are gone

Her eyes can't drive all naked

Mrs. Oscar has no more hope

And there's nobody to move

His fat bastard is looking to sit down

He can only find the edge of the sidewalk

Who's gonna pick Mrs. Oscar up?

It's too late Mrs. Oscar

Coming from the Boulevard a dirty cockroach

Come and sit next to Madame Oscar

Suddenly he pulls out his big knife

And he stabs her in the back

We'll read from hand in the newspapers

On the boulevard in the early morning

A poor old woman died of grief

And we're still looking for the killer

Who's gonna pick Mrs. Oscar up?

It's too late Mrs. Oscar

Who's gonna pick Mrs. Oscar up?

It's too late Mrs. Oscar

Your name is Oscar Tramor

You're all alone like a dead rat