Bad English
This morning, I answered to the phone,
And it was my manager...
He said listen to me:
Your song is not gonna play on the radio,
Because your english is not really fluid, you know!
'Said it's not enough...
To have a beautiful body!
And that job is not like selling hamberzzjrrszzz... tabarnac...
(Non, non, c'est beau, on va le garder...)
So I said "Go to the refrigerator, n'take a zucchini, bend over,
and put it right in your ass!"
Don't you think I know my english's so bad?
My english is not good...
Baby I'm so sad!
Don't you hear me... I know my english's so bad!
I have an accent... And I feel like crap, oh no...
So I went in my garage... Got in my car.
And I drived, talking with my blueteeth... (Bluetooth, Linda!)
My boyfriend told me "Don't cry! Come to my house...
Don't worry, we'll talk about this together!"
So I knocked at his door... And when he opened...
He said "Why do you want absolutely sing in english?"
I said "Babe, did you forget I'm a professional singer?
And if I don't sing in english, I'll keep eating macaroni!"
But... I know my english's so bad!
My english is not good... No!
Baby I'm so sad!
I tell you, I know my english's so bad!
This is no bullshit...
I'll never live in a castle, no!
My english's too bad...
I'll never have a Lamborghini...
My english's too bad!
And not even a Cadillac!
My english's so bad, my english's so bad...
Do you love me darling? Even if my english's so bad?
And it was my manager...
He said listen to me:
Your song is not gonna play on the radio,
Because your english is not really fluid, you know!
'Said it's not enough...
To have a beautiful body!
And that job is not like selling hamberzzjrrszzz... tabarnac...
(Non, non, c'est beau, on va le garder...)
So I said "Go to the refrigerator, n'take a zucchini, bend over,
and put it right in your ass!"
Don't you think I know my english's so bad?
My english is not good...
Baby I'm so sad!
Don't you hear me... I know my english's so bad!
I have an accent... And I feel like crap, oh no...
So I went in my garage... Got in my car.
And I drived, talking with my blueteeth... (Bluetooth, Linda!)
My boyfriend told me "Don't cry! Come to my house...
Don't worry, we'll talk about this together!"
So I knocked at his door... And when he opened...
He said "Why do you want absolutely sing in english?"
I said "Babe, did you forget I'm a professional singer?
And if I don't sing in english, I'll keep eating macaroni!"
But... I know my english's so bad!
My english is not good... No!
Baby I'm so sad!
I tell you, I know my english's so bad!
This is no bullshit...
I'll never live in a castle, no!
My english's too bad...
I'll never have a Lamborghini...
My english's too bad!
And not even a Cadillac!
My english's so bad, my english's so bad...
Do you love me darling? Even if my english's so bad?
Credits
Writer(s): Francois Perusse
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