JERRY BUTLER – I’M YOUR MECHANICAL MAN

Lyrics

[TEVYE]
"Dear God, you made many, many poor people.
I realize, of course, that it's no shame to be poor.
But it's no great honor either!
So, what would have been so terrible if I had a small fortune?"
If I were a rich man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There would be one long staircase just going up,
And one even longer coming down,
And one more leading nowhere, just for show.
I'd fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese and ducks
For the town to see and hear.
Sqwaking it as noisily as they can.
And each loud "cheep" and "sqwak" and "honk" and "quack"
Would land like a trumpet on the ear,
As if to say "Here lives a wealthy man."
If I were a rich man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
I see my wife, my Golde, looking like a rich man's wife
With a proper double-chin.
Supervising meals to her heart's delight.
I see her putting on airs and strutting like a peacock.
Oy, what a happy mood she's in.
Screaming at the servants, day and night.
The most important men in town would come to fawn on me!
They would ask me to advise them,
Like a Solomon the Wise.
"If you please, Reb Tevye..."
"Pardon me, Reb Tevye..."
Posing problems that would cross a rabbi's eyes!
And it won't make one bit of difference if i answer right or wrong.
When you're rich, they think you really know!
If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack
To sit in the synagogue and pray.
And maybe have a seat by the Eastern wall.
And I'd discuss the holy books with the learned men, several hours every day.
That would be the sweetest thing of all.
If I were a rich man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.

Paroles (Traduction)

[TEVYE]
"Cher Dieu, tu as créé beaucoup, beaucoup de pauvres.
Je comprends, bien sûr, qu'il n'y a pas de honte à être pauvre.
Mais ce n'est pas non plus un grand honneur !
Alors, qu'aurait-il eu de si terrible si j'avais eu une petite fortune ?"
Si j'étais riche,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
Toute la journée, je biddy biddy bum.
Si j'étais un homme riche.
Je n'aurais pas à travailler dur.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
Si j'étais un homme riche biddy biddy,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle.
Je construirais une grande maison avec des pièces par douzaines,
Juste au milieu de la ville.
Un toit en tôle fine avec de vrais planchers en bois en dessous.
Il y aurait un long escalier montant,
Et un encore plus long descendant,
Et un autre menant nulle part, juste pour la décoration.
Je remplirais ma cour de poules, dindes, oies et canards
Pour que la ville les voie et les entende.
Crisser aussi bruyamment qu'ils le peuvent.
Et chaque "pio pio" bruyant et "cric cric" et "coin coin"
Résonnerait comme une trompette à l'oreille,
Comme pour dire "Ici vit un homme riche."
Si j'étais riche,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
Toute la journée, je biddy biddy bum.
Si j'étais un homme riche.
Je n'aurais pas à travailler dur.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
Si j'étais un homme riche biddy biddy,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle.
Je vois ma femme, ma Golde, ressemblant à l'épouse d'un homme riche
Avec un double-menton adéquat.
Supervisant les repas à son grand plaisir.
Je la vois se donnant des airs et

Thématique Amour

Style Soul

Keywords Amour, Mécanique

Entités normées Chicago, Impressions, Jerry Butler