Lemonade Song Lyrics
by Lynn August
 

 

 
La danse de limonade


Moi, j'aime cousine. Moi, j'aime cousin.
Mais j'aime mieux la cuisinière.
Samedi au soir, moi, j'ai couri au bal.
Je m'ai saoulé comme un gros cochon.
Dimanche matin, je suis tout manière malade.
Passez-moi le verre de limonade.

L'hiver arrive. L'hiver arrive
Et mon petit nègre a pas de couvert.
Samedi au soir, il a couri au bal.
Il s'a saoulé comme un gros cochon.
Dimanche matin, il est tout manière malade.
Passez-lui le verre de limonade.

Moi, je bois ma bière et je mange des tartes
Et tout ça me coute pas rien.
Samedi au soir, moi, j'ai couri au bal.
Je m'ai saoulé comme un gros cochon.
Dimanche matin, je suis tout manière malade.
Passez-moi le verre de Carry-On.

 
The Lemonade Dance

I love my [girl] cousin. I love my [boy] cousin.
But I love the cook even more.
Saturday night, I went to the dance.
I got as drunk as a big pig.
Sunday morning, I was kind of sick.
Pass me the glass of lemonade.

Winter is coming. Winter is coming
And my little man has no cover.
Saturday night, he went to the dance.
He got as drunk as a big pig.
Sunday morning, he was kind of sick.
Pass him the glass of lemonade.

I drink my beer and I eat my pies
And none of that costs me a thing.
Saturday night, I went to the dance.
I got as drunk as a big pig.
Sunday morning, I was kind of sick.
Pass me the glass of Carry-On.
 

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