Luyện nghe bài hát Genius In France

I'm not the crayon in the box
Everyone I'm dumber than a bag of rocks
I barely even how to put on my own pants
But I'm a genius in France, genius in France, in France

Hoom chaka
chaka laka
Hoom

I may not be the sharpest of cheese
I got a number on my S.A.T.'s
I'm not good looking and I don't know how to
But nevertheless and in of the evidence
I am widely considered to be
A genius in France, a in France, a genius in France

People say I'm a geek, I'm a moronic little
And annoying with an unfortunate physique
If I was any dumber, they'd have to me twice a week

But when the Mademoiselles see me, they all swoon and
dig my mystique, they think I'm c'est magnifique
When I'm in Paree, I'm the chicest of the

They love my odor and my bad toupee
They love my stripey shirt and my stupid
And when I'm on a Perrier
In some town in St. Tropez

It's hard to the fans at bay
They say, "Sign my poodle, s'il plait"
"Sign my poodle, s'il plait"
Hemenene
homenene, poodle, poodle

Folks in my hometown I'm a fool
Got too chlorine in my gene pool
A few peas of a casserole
A few buttons on my remote control

A few fries of a happy meal
I couldn't pour out of a boot with instructions on the heel
Instructions on the
Instructions on the

But when I'm in Provence, I get croissants
Yeah, I'm the guy every French lady
And if you ask 'em
bound to get this response

(He's a genius in France, in France)
That's
(He's a genius in France, in France)
You it
(He's a in France, genius in France, genius in France)

I'm not the brightest on the Christmas tree
But the folks in France, they seem to agree
They say, "Bonjour,
you take ze picture with me?"

I say, "Oui, oui"
That's
I say, "Oui, oui"
Oui, oui
He says, "Oui, oui"

I'm dumber than a box of
But those Frenchies seem to care
know why, mon frere
But love me there
I'm a in France, I'm a genius in France

make a big splash when I show up in Cannes
Gonna those Frenchies scream
"You ze man! You ze man! You ze man!"
Like a fine Renoir, got that je me c'est quoi
Like a fine Renoir, I've got that je me

quoi quoi quoi quoi, oo we oo
Quoi quoi quoi quoi, oo we oo
Bow bow di bow di bow bow diddy
Bow bow di bow di bow bow diddy bow

I'm a taco short of a combo
But by some of fate, all the frogs think I'm great
Oh, the men all and the women scream
like me more than heavy cream

When I'm in Versailles, I'm a guy
My oh my, I'm as French as pie
They think I'm awfully witty, a riot and a
When I tell a stupid joke, laugh

(Haw haw haw haw haw)
And
(Haw haw haw haw haw haw)

People in France have of attitude
They're snotty and rude, they disgusting food
But when they see me, they come unglued
They think that I am one happening

ba ba bowm ba bowm ba bowm
I'm about as sharp as a ball
But like me better than Charles De Gaulle

nous, it's very true
The room temperature's than my I.Q.
But they love me more than Depardieu
How did this happen I don't have a

I'm not the quickest on the farm
I don't have any skills or or charm
And most people at me like
I'm all covered with
But I'm a in France, genius in France, genius in France

And I'm never back, I'm never goin' back
I'm never, never, never, never goin' back again
I'm tearin' up my flight ticket
tell the folks back here where they can stick
'Cause I'm goin' back
I'm never back, I'm never goin' back

The girls back never gave me a chance
But I sho' 'nuff got them in some kinda trance
And I'm that it's a most improbable circumstance
But "Great Googily Moogily", I'm a in France

Every Frenchie that I
Just can't wait to kiss my
Get in line, pucker up! Suite!
Bowm bowm diddy bowm diddy

I'm gettin' even more famous by the
I'm stuffed with pastries and drunk with
Now they're puttin' up my statue by the Eiffel
A little more to the left, boys, a little more to the
A little more to the left, boys, a more to the left

I'm the biggest there is alive
My mom out my clothes for me till I was thirty five
And I forgot to
I'm not even welcome at the Star convention

But the Frenchies
That my poop don't
I'm a in France

Say, would you pass the Poupon?
beaucoup