Luyện nghe bài hát Genius In France

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

Hoom chaka
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 know how to dance
But and in spite of the evidence
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 little freak
And annoying pipsqueak with an physique
If I was any dumber, they'd have to me twice a week

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

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

hard to keep the fans at bay
They say, "Sign my poodle, vous plait"
"Sign my poodle, vous plait"
humenene
Himenene homenene, poodle,

Folks in my think 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 pour water out of a boot with instructions on the heel
Instructions on the
on the heel

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

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

I'm not the brightest bulb on the Christmas
But the folks in France, they seem to agree
They say, "Bonjour,
Would you take ze 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 don't to care
know why, mon frere
But they love me
I'm a genius in France, I'm a genius in

Gonna make a big when I show up in Cannes
Gonna make Frenchies 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, got that je me c'est

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 of a combo plate
But by some of fate, all the frogs think I'm great
Oh, the men all faint and the scream
They like me 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 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 lots of attitude
They're and rude, they like disgusting food
But when they see me, just come unglued
They think I am one happening dude

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

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

I'm not the quickest tractor on the
I don't have any or grace 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 goin' back, I'm never goin' back
I'm never, never, never, never back home again
I'm up my return flight ticket
Gonna tell the folks back here where they can
I'm never goin' back
I'm never back, I'm never goin' back

The girls back home never gave me a
But I sho' 'nuff got them frogs in some trance
And I'm aware that a most improbable circumstance
But "Great Moogily", I'm a genius in France

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

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

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

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

Say, you pass the Grey Poupon?
beaucoup