Genius In France lyrics

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Send "Genius In France" Ringtone to your Cell 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 looking and I don`t 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 France People say I`m a geek, a moronic little freak An annoying 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 and shriek They dig my mystique, they say I`m c`est magnifique When I`m in Par-ee, I`m the chic-est of the chic They love my body odor and my bad toupee They love my stripey shirt and my stupid beret And when I`m sipping on a Perrier In some cafe town 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 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 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 (waa), I`ve got that je me c`est quoi (quoi!) Like a fine Renoir (ooh la la), I`ve got that je me c`est ... 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 [snort] 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 and 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 (apple pie) They think I`m awful 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 They`re 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 I`m about as sharp as a bowling ball But they like me better than Charles de Gaulle 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 (yeah), 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 here 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! Tout Suite! Bowm diddy bowm diddy bowm diddy I`m gettin` even more famous by the hour I`m stuffed with pastries and 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 `till 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 Send " Genius In France" Ringtone to your Cell Genius In France lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Genius In France lyrics @ ELyrics | Genius In France lyrics @ Kovideo | Weird Al Yankovic Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Genius In France lyrics @ Songlyrics | Genius In France lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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