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Genius In France - Weird Al Yankovic
I'm not the brightest crayon in the box

Everyone says I'm dumber than a bag of rocks

I barely 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 laka hoom chaka laka hoom chaka
I may not be the sharpest hunk of cheese

I got a negative number on my SAT's

I'm not good looking

And I don't know how to dance

But nevertheless and in spite of the evidence
I am still widely considered to be a
Genius in France genius in France genius in France

People say I'm a geek a moronic little 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 mademoiselles see me they all swoon and shriek
They dig my mystique they think I'm cest magnifique

When I'm in Paree I'm the chicest of the chic

They love my body odor and my bad toupee
They love my stripey shirt and my stupid beret
And when I'm sipping on a perrier

In some cafe down in St Tropez

It's hard to keep the fans at bay
They say sign my poodle s'il vous plait
Sign my poodle s'il vous plait
Hemenene humenene himenene homenene
Poodle poodle

Folks in my hometown think I'm a fool

Got too much chlorine in my gene pool
A few peas short of a casserole

A few buttons missing on my remote control

A few fries short of a happy meal

I couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions on the heel

Instructions on the heel
Instructions on the heel

But when I'm in provence I get free croissants

Yeah I'm the guy every French lady 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 geniuse in France genius in France

I'm not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree

But the folks in France they don't seem to agree

They say Bonjour Monsieur would 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 love me there
I'm a genius in France

I'm a genius in France

Gonna make a big splash when I show up in Cannes

Gonna make those Frenchies scream
You ze man
You ze man
You ze man
Like a fine renoir waa waa
I've got that je ne c'est quoi quoi

Like a fine renoir waa ooh la la
I've got that je ne c'est
Quoi quoi quoi oo we oo

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

I'm a taco short of a combo plate
But by some twist of fate
All the frogs think I'm great
Oh the men all faint and the women scream
They like me more than heavy cream
When I'm in versailles
I'm a popular guy
My oh my
I'm as French as apple pie apple pie
They think I'm awfully witty a riot and a half
When I tell a stupid joke
They laugh haw haw haw haw haw
And laugh haw haw haw haw haw
People in France have lots of attitude
They're snotty and rude
They like disgusting food
But when they see me they just come unglued
They think that I am one happening dude
Bowm ba ba bowm ba bowm ba bowm
I'm about as sharp as a bowling ball
But they like me better than Charles de Gaulle
Entre nous it's very true
The room temperature's higher than my IQ
But they love me more than Gerard Depardieu
How did this happen
I don't have a clue

I'm not the quickest tractor on the farm

I don't have any skills or grace or charm

And most people look at me like I'll 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 flight ticket

Gonna tell the folks back home where they can stick it

'Cause I'm never goin' back I'm never goin' back

I'm never goin' back

The girls 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 improbable circumstance
But great googily moogily
I'm a genius in France

Every Frenchie that I meet
Just can't wait to kiss my feet
Get in line pucker up
Tout suite
Bowm diddy bowm diddy bowm diddy
I'm gettin' even more famous by the hour
Start with paces and drunk with power
Now they're puttin' up my statue by the Eiffel Tower

A little more to the left boys a little more to the left

A little more to the left boys a little more to the left

I'm the biggest dork there is alive

My mom picked out my clothes for me till I was 35

And I forgot to mention

I'm not even welcome at the star trek convention
But the Frenchies think
That my poop don't stink
I'm a genius in France

Say would you pass the grey poupon

Merci beaucoup