Bad English Songtext

von François Pérusse

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?