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Weird Al Yankovic( Alfred Matthew Yankovic )
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Genius in France
Lyricist:Alfred Matthew Yankovic
Well, I'm not the brightest crayon in the box Everyone says I'm dumber than a bag of rocks I barely even know how to put on my own pants
But I'm a genius in France, yeah Genius in France Genius in France
Hoom chaka laka Hoom chaka laka Hoom chaka
I may not be the sharpest hunk of cheese I got a negative number on my SATs I'm not good lookin' an' I don't know how to dance
But nevertheless an' inspite of the evidence I am still widely considered to be a genius in France Genius in France, genius in France
People say I'm a geek, a moronic little freak An annoyin' pipsqueak with an unfortunate physique If I was any dumber, they'd have to water me twice a week
But when the mademoiselles see me, they all swoon an' shriek They dig my mystique, they think I'm 'C'est magnifique' When I'm in Paris, I'm the 'Chic-est of the chic'
They love my body odor and my bad toupee They love my stripy shirt and my stupid beret And when I'm sippin' on a Perrier In some cafe down in St. Tropez
It's hard to keep the fans at bay They say, 'Sign my poodle, s'il vous plait Sign my poodle, s'il vous plait'
Hemenene humenene Himenene homenene Poodle, poodle
Folks in my hometown think I'm a fool Got too much chlorine in my gene pool A few peas short of a casserole A few buttons missin' 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 I'm in Provence, I get free croissants Yeah, I'm the guy every French lady wants And if you ask 'em why, you're bound to get this response
He's a genius in France, genius in France That's right, he's a genius in France, genius in France You know it, he's a genius in France Genius in France, genius in France
I'm not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree But the folks in France, they don't seem to agree They say, 'Bonjour, monsieur, would you take ze picture with me?'
I say, 'Oui, oui' That's right, I say, 'Oui, oui' 'Oui, oui' He says, 'Oui, oui'
I'm dumber than a box of hair But those Frenchies don't seem to care Don't know why, mon frere But they love me there
I'm a genius in France Yeah, I'm a genius in France
Gonna make a big splash when I show up in Cannes Gonna make those Frenchies scream 'You ze man, you ze man, you ze man'
Like a fine Renoir, I've got that je ne sais quoi Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Like a fine Renoir, I've got that je ne sais Quoi, quoi, quoi, quoi, quoi, ooh wee ooh Quoi, quoi, quoi, quoi, quoi, ooh wee ooh
Bow diddy bow di bow di bow bow diddy Bow diddy bow di bow di bow bow diddy bow
I'm a taco short of a combo plate But by some twist of fate, all the Frogs think I'm great Oh, the men all faint an' the women scream They like me more than heavy cream
When I'm in Versailles, I'm a popular guy My, oh, my, I'm 'As French as apple pie' They think I'm awfully witty, a riot an' a half When I tell a stupid joke, they laugh an' laugh
People in France have lots of attitude They're snotty and rude, they like disgustin' food But when they see me, they just come unglued They think that I am one happenin' dude
Bowm ba ba bowm ba bowm ba bowm
I'm about as sharp as a bowling ball But they like me better than Charles Degaulle
Entre nous, it's very true The room temperature's higher than my IQ But they love me more than Gerard Depardieu How did this happen? I don't have a clue
Well, I'm not the quickest tractor on the farm I don't have any skills or grace or charm And most people look at me like I'm all covered with ants
But I'm a genius in France Genius in France Genius in France
And I'm never goin' back, I'm never goin' back I'm never never never never goin' back home again I'm tearin' up my return flight ticket Gonna tell the folks back home where they can stick it
'Cause I'm never goin' back I'm never goin' back I'm never goin' back
The girls back home never gave me a chance But I sho' 'nuff got them Frogs in some kinda trance And I'm aware that it's a most improbable circumstance
But 'Great Googily Moogily' I'm a genius in France
Every Frenchie that I meet Just can't wait to kiss my feet Get in line, pucker up, toute suite Bowm diddy bowm diddy bowm diddy
I'm gettin' even more famous by the hour I'm stuffed with pastries an' drunk with power Now they're 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
I'm the biggest dork there is alive My mom picked out my clothes for me 'til I was 35 And I forgot to mention I'm not even welcome at the Star Trek convention
But the Frenchies think That my poop don't stink I'm a genius in France
Say, would you pass the Grey Poupon? Merci beaucoup
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