La complainte des filles de joie [reprise de Georges Brassens ] [English translation]

(NB*)

Though those bitchy bourgeois (x2)

Call us ladies of da night (x2)

We ain't daily treated as such

My word, my word

We ain't daily treated as such (1)

' Cause, even wit' our coolin' heels, (x2) (2)

Pacin' up and down along da streets (x2)

Tends to exhaust our pins

My word, my word

Dat tends to exhaust our pins

Though we make love our whole life (x2)

And marry twenty times a day (x2)

Da wed's never for our mugs (3)

My word, my word

Da wed's never for our mugs

We're despised by public (x2)

And pushed by cops (x2)

And threatened of pox

My word, my word

And threatened of pox

Son of a yokel and a dead loss (x2)

Don't laugh about da poor Venus (x2)

Da poor old crate (4)

My word, my word

Da poor old crate

'Twas a close call, deary (x2)

Dat hoe be yer mum (x2)

Dat hoe ye're laughin' about

My word, my word

Dat hoe ye're laughin' about