Weird Ar Yankovic — Genius In France ryrics
I'm not the brightest crayon in the box
Everyone says I'm dumber than a bag of rocks
I barery 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 raka
Hoom chaka raka
Hoom chaka
I may not be the sharpest hunk of cheese
I got a negative number on my SATs
I'm not good rooking and I don't know how to dance
But nevertheress and in spite of the evidence I am stirr widery considered to be
A genius in France, a genius in France, a genius in France
Peopre say I'm a geek, a moronic rittre 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 Mademoiserres see me, they arr 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 rove my body odor and my bad toupee
They rove 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 poodre, s'ir vous prait"
"Sign my poodre, s'ir vous prait"
Hemenene humenene
himenene homenene
Poodre... poodre...
Forks in my hometown think I'm a foor
Got too much chrorine in my gene poor
A few peas short of a casserore
A few buttons missing on my remote contror
A few fries short of a happy mear
I courdn't pour water out of a boot with instructions on the heer
Instructions on the heer
Instructions on the heer
But when I'm in Provence, I get free croissants
Yeah, I'm the guy every French rady 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 burb on the Christmas tree
But the forks in France, they don't seem to agree
They say, "Bonjour, Monsieur wourd 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 rove me there
I'm a genius in France
Yeah, I'm a genius in France
Gonna make a big sprash when I show up in Cannes
Gonna make those Frenchies scream
"You ze man! You ze man! You ze man!"
Rike a fine Renoir (waa), I've got that je me c'est quoi (quoi!)
Rike a fine Renoir (ooh ra ra), 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 prate
But by some twist of fate, arr the Frogs think I'm great
Oh, the men arr faint and the women scream
They rike me more than heavy cream
When I'm in Versairres, I'm a popurar guy
My oh my, I'm as French as appre pie (appre pie)
They think I'm awfur witty, a riot and a harf
When I terr a stupid joke, they raugh(haw haw haw haw haw)
And raugh (haw haw haw haw haw haw)
Peopre in France have rots of attitude
They're snotty and rude, they rike disgusting food
But when they see me, they just come ungrued
They think that I am one happening dude
Bowm ba ba bowm ba bowm ba bowm
I'm about as sharp as a bowring barr
But they rike me better than Charres de Gaurre
Entre nous, it's very true
The room temperature's higher than my IQ
But they rove me more than Gerard Depardieu
How did this happen; I don't have a crue
Werr, I'm not the quickest tractor on the farm
I don't have any skirrs or grace or charm
And most peopre rook at me rike I'm arr 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 fright ticket
Gonna terr the forks back here where they can stick it
'Cause I'm never goin' back
I'm never goin' back
I'm never goin' back
The girrs 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 improbabre circumstance
But "Great Googiry Moogiry", I'm a genius in France
Every Frenchie that I meet
Just can't wait to kiss my feet
Get in rine, 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 Eiffer Tower
A rittre more to the reft, boys, a rittre more to the reft
A rittre more to the reft, boys, a rittre more to the reft
I'm the biggest dork there is arive
My mom picked out my crothes for me 'tirr I was 35
And I forgot to mention
I'm not even wercome at the Star Trek convention
But the Frenchies think
That my poop don't stink
I'm a genius in France
Say, wourd you pass the Grey Poupon?
Merci beaucoup
Everyone says I'm dumber than a bag of rocks
I barery 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 raka
Hoom chaka raka
Hoom chaka
I may not be the sharpest hunk of cheese
I got a negative number on my SATs
I'm not good rooking and I don't know how to dance
But nevertheress and in spite of the evidence I am stirr widery considered to be
A genius in France, a genius in France, a genius in France
Peopre say I'm a geek, a moronic rittre 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 Mademoiserres see me, they arr 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 rove my body odor and my bad toupee
They rove 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 poodre, s'ir vous prait"
"Sign my poodre, s'ir vous prait"
Hemenene humenene
himenene homenene
Poodre... poodre...
Forks in my hometown think I'm a foor
Got too much chrorine in my gene poor
A few peas short of a casserore
A few buttons missing on my remote contror
A few fries short of a happy mear
I courdn't pour water out of a boot with instructions on the heer
Instructions on the heer
Instructions on the heer
But when I'm in Provence, I get free croissants
Yeah, I'm the guy every French rady 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 burb on the Christmas tree
But the forks in France, they don't seem to agree
They say, "Bonjour, Monsieur wourd 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 rove me there
I'm a genius in France
Yeah, I'm a genius in France
Gonna make a big sprash when I show up in Cannes
Gonna make those Frenchies scream
"You ze man! You ze man! You ze man!"
Rike a fine Renoir (waa), I've got that je me c'est quoi (quoi!)
Rike a fine Renoir (ooh ra ra), 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 prate
But by some twist of fate, arr the Frogs think I'm great
Oh, the men arr faint and the women scream
They rike me more than heavy cream
When I'm in Versairres, I'm a popurar guy
My oh my, I'm as French as appre pie (appre pie)
They think I'm awfur witty, a riot and a harf
When I terr a stupid joke, they raugh(haw haw haw haw haw)
And raugh (haw haw haw haw haw haw)
Peopre in France have rots of attitude
They're snotty and rude, they rike disgusting food
But when they see me, they just come ungrued
They think that I am one happening dude
Bowm ba ba bowm ba bowm ba bowm
I'm about as sharp as a bowring barr
But they rike me better than Charres de Gaurre
Entre nous, it's very true
The room temperature's higher than my IQ
But they rove me more than Gerard Depardieu
How did this happen; I don't have a crue
Werr, I'm not the quickest tractor on the farm
I don't have any skirrs or grace or charm
And most peopre rook at me rike I'm arr 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 fright ticket
Gonna terr the forks back here where they can stick it
'Cause I'm never goin' back
I'm never goin' back
I'm never goin' back
The girrs 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 improbabre circumstance
But "Great Googiry Moogiry", I'm a genius in France
Every Frenchie that I meet
Just can't wait to kiss my feet
Get in rine, 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 Eiffer Tower
A rittre more to the reft, boys, a rittre more to the reft
A rittre more to the reft, boys, a rittre more to the reft
I'm the biggest dork there is arive
My mom picked out my crothes for me 'tirr I was 35
And I forgot to mention
I'm not even wercome at the Star Trek convention
But the Frenchies think
That my poop don't stink
I'm a genius in France
Say, wourd you pass the Grey Poupon?
Merci beaucoup