Quand j’avais six ans
\nLa premi\u00e8re fois
\nQue papa m’emm’na au cin\u00e9ma
\nMoi je trouvais \u00e7a
\nPlus palpitant que n’importe quoi
\nY avait sur l’\u00e9cran
\nDes dr\u00f4l’s de gars
\nDes moustachus
\nDes fiers \u00e0 bras
\nDes qui s’entretuent
\nChaqu’ fois qu’i trouvent
\nUn cheveu dans l’plat
\nUn piano jouait des choses d’atmosph\u00e8re
\nGuillaum’ Tell ou l’grand air du Trouv\u00e8re
\nEt tout le public
\nEn fr\u00e9missant
\nS’passionnait pour ces braves gens
\n\u00c7a co\u00fbtait pas cher
\nOn en avait pour ses trois francs<\/p>\n
Belle, belle, belle, belle, comm’ le jour
\nBlonde, blonde, blonde, blonde, comm’ l’amour
\nUn r\u00eave est pass\u00e9 sur l’\u00e9cran
\nEt dans la salle obscur\u00e9ment
\nLes mains se cherchent, les mains se trouv’nt
\nTimidement<\/p>\n
Gare, gare, gare, gare, la revoil\u00e0
\nEt dans la salle plus d’un coeur bat
\nLa voiture o\u00f9 elle se croit en s\u00fbr’t\u00e9
\nVient de s’\u00e9craser par terre
\nAvec un essieu cass\u00e9
\nLe bandit va pouvoir mettr’ la main
\nSur le fric, c’est tragique
\nNon d’un chien
\nC’est fini, tout s’allume
\nA mercredi prochain<\/p>\n
Maintenant ce n’est
\nPlus mon papa
\nQui m’accompagne au cin\u00e9ma
\nCar il plante ses choux
\nL\u00e0-bas pas loin de Saint Cucufa
\nMais j’ai rencontr\u00e9
\nUne Dalila
\nUne dr\u00f4le de m\u00f4me, une fille comme \u00e7a
\nIl ador’ aller le mercredi
\nDans les cin\u00e9mas
\nBien s\u00fbr c’est dev’nu l’cin\u00e9mascope
\nMais \u00e7a r’mue toujours et \u00e7a galope
\nEt \u00e7a reste encor’ comme autrefois
\nRempli d’cov’boill’s sans foi ni loi
\nEt de justiciers qui vienn’nt fourrer
\nLeur grand pied dans l’plat<\/p>\n
Gare, gare, gare, gare, Gary Cooper
\nS’approche du ravin d’enfer
\nFais attention pauvre cr\u00e9tin
\nCar Alan Ladd n’est pas tr\u00e8s loin
\nA cinq cents m\u00e8tres il log’ un’ balle
\nDans un cro\u00fbton d’pain
\nGare, gare, gare, gare, pendant c’temps-l\u00e0
\nJe sens qui m’serr’ dans son grand bras
\nLe fauteuil o\u00f9 je m’croyais en s\u00fbr’t\u00e9
\nN’emp\u00eache pas cett’ brut’ d’essayer
\nDe m’embrasser
\nJ’ai pas vu si Gary s’rait gagnant
\nMais comm’ c’est l’cin\u00e9ma permanent
\nMon ch\u00e9ri rappell’ toi on est rest\u00e9 un an
\nEt on a eu beaucoup d’enfants.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[],"poems-book":[],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[723],"class_list":["post-15890","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","poete-boris-vian"],"yoast_head":"\n