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?