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?

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