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
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 sats
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
a genius in france
a 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 say i'm c'est magnifique
when i'm in par-ee
i'm the chic-est 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 town in st. tropez
it's hard to keep the fans at bay
they say
sign my poodle