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?