CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Buttercup Song (May 1965 Demo)
"B***ercup Song"
Words and music, Lou Reed
Never get emotionally involved
With a man, a woman, a beast, or a child
With cobblestone streets, or subway turnstiles
And by World War III you'll have developed style
Well I've got this friend, and - I'll tell ya, man - he's real hip
An anthropologite, baby, that is his business
But never once - wooh! - does he ever blow his cool
Because he always follows this wondrous golden rule
Oh! Oh, oh, oh -
Never get emotionally involved
With a man, a woman, a beast, or a child
With cobblestonе streets, or subway turnstiles
And by World War III you'll have devеloped style
But he is a lion, of course he got hung up
On an androgynous small b***ercup
Of stagnates and pistillate flowers, did he
Which happens, by the way, when you get involved, emotionally, so -
Never get emotionally involved
With a man, a woman, a beast, or a child
Wooh! - Cobblestone streets, or subway turnstiles
And by World War III you'll have developed style
Oh, you should have seen it!
Oh, my God, what a sight!
A fully-grown man writing poems at night
To the silly old flower blooming in the night air
As alliteration blossomed, off in his chair
To which I came attached one dusk evening
When I sat in our park, some stuffing in Spring
And déjà vu! My friend turned in dismay
And then, thank God, I heard him once more say - oh!
Never get emotionally involved
With a man, a woman, a beast, or a child
With cobblestone streets, or subway turnstiles
And by World War III you'll have developed style
Well, then it happened
Well, I am sad to relay
While he's eating SpaghettiO's, this girl's - uh, Chinese plate
He drooled and he slobbered over the design
As down in his mouth dribbled three-month-old port wine
Nineteen dollars a quart, gift from his mother - oh!
Never get emotionally involved
With a man, a woman, a beast, or a child
With cobblestone streets, or subway turnstiles
Then by World War III you'll have developed style
It seems those who tell you what to do
Have already done it, before they do
But it don't even matter - uh, if'n it's true
Because you know - damn well, you know
You're gonna do the same thing, too
Oh, never get emotionally involved
With a man, a woman, a beast, or a child
With cobblestone streets, or subway turnstiles
And by World War III you'll have developed style
Oh! - Never get emotionally involved
With a man, a woman, a beast, or a child
With cobblestone streets, or subway turnstiles
And by World War III you'll have developed style
Get close to the mic
Words and music, Lou Reed
Never get emotionally involved
With a man, a woman, a beast, or a child
With cobblestone streets, or subway turnstiles
And by World War III you'll have developed style
Well I've got this friend, and - I'll tell ya, man - he's real hip
An anthropologite, baby, that is his business
But never once - wooh! - does he ever blow his cool
Because he always follows this wondrous golden rule
Oh! Oh, oh, oh -
Never get emotionally involved
With a man, a woman, a beast, or a child
With cobblestonе streets, or subway turnstiles
And by World War III you'll have devеloped style
But he is a lion, of course he got hung up
On an androgynous small b***ercup
Of stagnates and pistillate flowers, did he
Which happens, by the way, when you get involved, emotionally, so -
Never get emotionally involved
With a man, a woman, a beast, or a child
Wooh! - Cobblestone streets, or subway turnstiles
And by World War III you'll have developed style
Oh, you should have seen it!
Oh, my God, what a sight!
A fully-grown man writing poems at night
To the silly old flower blooming in the night air
As alliteration blossomed, off in his chair
To which I came attached one dusk evening
When I sat in our park, some stuffing in Spring
And déjà vu! My friend turned in dismay
And then, thank God, I heard him once more say - oh!
Never get emotionally involved
With a man, a woman, a beast, or a child
With cobblestone streets, or subway turnstiles
And by World War III you'll have developed style
Well, then it happened
Well, I am sad to relay
While he's eating SpaghettiO's, this girl's - uh, Chinese plate
He drooled and he slobbered over the design
As down in his mouth dribbled three-month-old port wine
Nineteen dollars a quart, gift from his mother - oh!
Never get emotionally involved
With a man, a woman, a beast, or a child
With cobblestone streets, or subway turnstiles
Then by World War III you'll have developed style
It seems those who tell you what to do
Have already done it, before they do
But it don't even matter - uh, if'n it's true
Because you know - damn well, you know
You're gonna do the same thing, too
Oh, never get emotionally involved
With a man, a woman, a beast, or a child
With cobblestone streets, or subway turnstiles
And by World War III you'll have developed style
Oh! - Never get emotionally involved
With a man, a woman, a beast, or a child
With cobblestone streets, or subway turnstiles
And by World War III you'll have developed style
Get close to the mic
