Dolls in the Kitchen

Psycho Chicken -The Fools

L'été est encore là mais septembre arrive benoîtement, adieu barbeuc, cheveux monoïés et redif' des Chtis à Las Vegas. 

Et bonjour pluie, impôt et nouvelle grille horaire pour Les Guignols.

Mais bon on va pas se laisser abattre, août est encore là, et pour continuer à se trépigner sur le sable chaud, voici une petite parodie qui ne devrait pas vous laisser indifférents !

Psycho Chicken - The Fools

Douglas Forman/Michael Girard  (1979)

I can't seem to face up to the facts,

I'm tense and nervous and I can't relax,

This Colonel Sander's job is getting me down,

A crazy chicken chasing me all over town

A psycho chicken

Better run run run run run run run away

Oooh oh oh oh aye aye ayee

I don't know just what to do,

He's got a grudge against Frank Perdue,

He's clucking a lot, but he's not saying anything,

I plucked him once! Why pluck him again?

A psycho chicken

Better run run run run run run run away

Oooh oh oh oh aye aye ayee

Colonel Sanders wants to cook his goose,

But psycho chicken still on the loose,

They caught him down in O-hi-o,

They cut off his head and they put him in the oven,

They put him in a box right next to a roll,

Put some cole slaw round his legs and someone took him home,

Ate him for lunch and it tasted real fine,

But the guy who ate him, he just lost his mind!

Psycho chicken

Qu'est-ce que c'est?

Better run run run run run run run away

Oooh oh oh oh

A psycho chicken

Better run run run run run run run away

Oooh oh oh aye aye aye aye aye aye ayeee.

Et l'original, Psycho Killers des Talking Heads

Psycho Killers - Talking Heads

 David Byrne, Chris Frantz, Tina Weymouth, (1977)

I can't seem to face up to the facts

I'm tense and nervous and I
Can't relax
I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire
Don't touch me I'm a real live wire

[Chorus:]
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far better
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, away

You start a conversation you can't even finish it.
You're talking a lot, but you're not saying anything.
When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed.
Say something once, why say it again?

[Chorus]

Ce que j'ai fait ce soir là
Ce qu'elle a dit ce soir là
Réalisant mon espoir
Je me lance vers la gloire, OK
We are vain and we are blind
I hate people when they're not polite

[Chorus]

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh