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- Weird Al Yankovic
- Im not the brightest crayon in the box
Everyone says
Im dumber than a bag of rocks
I barely even know how to put on my own pants
But Im a genius in
France, genius in
France, genius in
FranceHoom chaka laka
Hoom chaka laka
Hoom chaka
I may not be the sharpest hunk of cheese
I got a negative number on my
S.A.T.sIm not good looking and
I dont know how to dance
But nevertheless and in spite of the evidence
I am still widely considered to be
A genius in
France, a genius in
France, a genius in
FrancePeople say
Im a geek,
Im a moronic little freak
And annoying pipsqueak with an unfortunate physique
If I was any dumber, theyd have to water me twice a week
But when the
Mademoiselles see me, they all swoon and shriek
They dig my mystique, they think
Im cest magnifique
When Im in
Paree , Im the chicest of the chic
They love my body odor and my bad toupee
They love my stripey shirt and my stupid beret
And when Im sipping on a
PerrierIn some cafe town in
St. Tropez
Its hard to keep the fans at bay
They say, 'Sign my poodle, sil vous plait''Sign my poodle, sil vous plait'
Hemenene humenene
Himenene homenene, poodle, poodle
Folks in my hometown think
Im a fool
Got too much chlorine in my gene pool
A few peas short of a casserole
A few buttons missing on my remote control
A few fries short of a happy meal
I couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions on the heel
Instructions on the heel
Instructions on the heel
But when Im in
Provence,
I get free croissants
Yeah, Im the guy every
French lady wants
And if you ask em why?
Youre bound to get this response(Hes a genius in France, genius in France)
Thats right(Hes a genius in France, genius in France)
You know it(Hes a genius in France, genius in France, genius in France)
Im not the brightest bulb on the
Christmas tree
But the folks in
France, they dont seem to agree
They say, 'Bonjour, MonsieurWould you take ze picture with me?'
I say, 'Oui, oui'
Thats right
I say , 'Oui, oui'
Oui, ouiHe says, 'Oui, oui'
Im dumber than a box of hair
But those
Frenchies dont seem to care
Dont know why, mon frere
But they love me there
Im a genius in
France, Im a genius in
FranceGonna make a big splash when
I show up in
CannesGonna make those
Frenchies scream'You ze man! You ze man! You ze man!'
Like a fine
Renoir, Ive got that je me cest quoi
Like a fine
Renoir, Ive got that je me cest
Quoi quoi quoi quoi quoi, oo we oo
Quoi quoi quoi quoi quoi, oo we oo
Bow diddy bow di bow di bow bow diddy
Bow diddy bow di bow di bow bow diddy bow
Im a taco short of a combo plate
But by some twist of fate, all the frogs think
Im greatOh, the men all faint and the women scream
They like me more than heavy cream
When Im in
Versailles,
Im a popular guy
My oh my,
Im as French as apple pie
They think
Im awfully witty, a riot and a half
When I tell a stupid joke, they laugh(Haw haw haw haw haw)
And laugh(Haw haw haw haw haw haw)
People in
France have lots of attitude
Theyre snotty and rude, they like disgusting food
But when they see me, they just come unglued
They think that
I am one happening dude
Bowm ba ba bowm ba bowm ba bowm
Im about as sharp as a bowling ball
But they like me better than
Charles De
GaulleEntre nous, its very true
The room temperatures higher than my
I.Q.But they love me more than
Gerard Depardieu
How did this happen
I dont have a clue
Im not the quickest tractor on the farm
I dont have any skills or grace or charm
And most people look at me like
Im all covered with ants
But Im a genius in
France, genius in
France, genius in
FranceAnd
Im never goin back,
Im never goin back
Im never, never, never, never goin back home again
Im tearin up my return flight ticket
Gonna tell the folks back here where they can stick
Cause Im never goin back
Im never goin back,
Im never goin back
The girls back home never gave me a chance
But I sho nuff got them frogs in some kinda trance
AndIm aware that its a most improbable circumstance
But 'Great Googily Moogily',
Im a genius in
FranceEvery
Frenchie that
I meetJust cant wait to kiss my feet
Get in line, pucker up!
Tout Suite!
Bowm diddy bowm diddy bowm diddy
Im gettin even more famous by the hour
Im stuffed with pastries and drunk with power
Now theyre puttin up my statue by the
Eiffel Tower
A little more to the left, boys, a little more to the left
A little more to the left, boys, a little more to the left
Im the biggest dork there is alive
My mom picked out my clothes for me till
I was thirty five
And I forgot to mention
Im not even welcome at the
Star Trek convention
But the Frenchies think
That my poop dont stink
Im a genius in
FranceSay, would you pass the
Grey Poupon?
Merci beaucoup
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