Ohlala Lyrics

There's a girl, her name is Bambirella

A gothic little princess grooving like an umbrella

One could swear she's an ad for autism

(But she's) two hundred pounds of poetry and dark romanticism

She's been invited by a neighbour at a West Indian party

Rum flowing everywhere, stupid people laughing loudly

Neurosis resurfaces, she'd be better on her own

Than to share a night of shit with La Compagnie Créole

Bambirella don't like Carioca

Fuck off Huggy, leave me on the sofa

(Tous ensemble! )

Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala

Eh oui (Ohlala)

C'est comme ça

Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala

Ben v'là (Ohlala)

C'est la vie

Some assholes are gonna learn what it's like to be down

Pas de chatte (Ohlala)

C'est la faille

Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala

Eh oui (Ohlala)

C'est comme ça

"Dancing is easier than trying to find some work"

She thinks, as inside she slowly goes berserk

She feels several laughing eyes are scanning her entire body

She knows that within hours they all will be so sorry

Gross reflections, stupid puns and silly jokes

The cheap perfumes melted with the smells of booze and smoke

It makes her really sick so she's heading for the toilets

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Too much for her to take

Something's growing inside

Too much for her to take

They can run but can't hide

Too much for her to take

The fuckin' fury is now unleashed

She is gonna quote some Baudelaire

To the motherfucker who touched her derriere

(Zoukez! )

Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala

Eh oui (Ohlala)

C'est comme ça

Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala

Ben v'là (Ohlala)

C'est la vie

Some assholes are gonna learn what it's like to be down

Pas de chatte (Ohlala)

C'est la faille

Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala

Eh oui (Ohlala)

C'est comme ça

Fuck that shit

Bambirella will never go there again

All alone, without one of her depressed friends

(Note: Could Kassav's drummer play that pleasant bridge?)

There's no fun in all their Caribbean shit

No frizzy asshole hair-dressed like Robert Smith

Let the song end

With the third shotgun blast

For no particular reason