Luyện nghe bài hát Genius In France

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

chaka laka
Hoom laka
Hoom

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

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

But when the Mademoiselles see me, they all and shriek
They dig my mystique, they think I'm c'est
When I'm in Paree, I'm the of the chic

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

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

in my hometown think I'm a fool
Got too much in my gene pool
A few short of a casserole
A few buttons on my remote control

A few fries of a happy meal
I couldn't pour water out of a boot with on the heel
on the heel
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
You're bound to get this

(He's a in France, genius in France)
right
(He's a in France, genius 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,
Would you ze picture with me?"

I say, "Oui, oui"
right
I say, "Oui, oui"
Oui, oui
He says, "Oui, oui"

I'm than a box of hair
But those don't seem to care
Don't know why, mon
But they me there
I'm a genius in France, I'm a genius in

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

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

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

I'm in Versailles, I'm a popular guy
My oh my, I'm as French as pie
They think I'm witty, a riot and a half
When I a stupid joke, they 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 like disgusting
But when they see me, they just unglued
They think I am one happening dude

Bowm ba ba ba bowm ba bowm
I'm about as sharp as a bowling
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 Gerard Depardieu
How did this happen I have a clue

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

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

The girls back home gave me a chance
But I sho' 'nuff got them frogs in some kinda
And I'm aware that it's a improbable circumstance
But "Great Moogily", I'm a genius in France

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

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

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

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

Say, would you the Grey Poupon?
Merci