Lyrics:

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?