J'en Ai Marre

I have soft skin
In my bubble bath
I splash around, I laugh
My goldfish
In my bubble bath
I wrap him up, I tell him

I have no problems, I'm lazy
No discomfort, I'm lazy
In the water I bathe, that's what matters
Comfortable, in the spirit of the times
I have soft skin
In my bubble bath

I burn in the shadow of bombs
Everything is delightful (Here)
Docile offense (Oh, yes)
I make a list of things that bother me
I'm fed up with those who cry
Who only drive at two miles per hour
Who lament and fixate
On the idea of a fixed idea
I'm fed up with those who complain
Two-bit extremists
Who see life all in black
Who send me into a funk
I'm fed up with the big sister
Who whines and cries
Fed up with rain, with zucchinis
That make me sick under the covers
I'm fed up with these cynics
And in the meadows the autumn crocuses
I'm fed up with being fed up, too

I have soft skin
In my bubble bath
No seismic shocks
I lounge (Here)
And relax (Oh, yes)
It's my aquatic state
There's a catch

I'm fed up with those who cry
Who only drive at two miles per hour
Who lament and fixate
On the idea of a fixed idea
I'm fed up with those who complain
Two-bit extremists
Who see life all in black
Who send me into a funk
I'm fed up with the big sister
Who whines and cries
Fed up with rain, with zucchinis
That make me sick under the covers
I'm fed up with these cynics
And in the meadows the autumn crocuses
I'm fed up with being fed up, too

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I'm fed up with those who cry
Who only drive at two miles per hour
Who lament and fixate
On the idea of a fixed idea
I'm fed up with those who complain
Two-bit extremists
Who see life all in black
Who send me into a funk
I'm fed up with the big sister
Who whines and cries
Fed up with rain, with zucchinis
That make me sick under the covers
I'm fed up with these cynics
And in the meadows the autumn crocuses

I'm fed up with being fed up, fed up, fed up
Bam ba da bam bam
Ba da ba da bam bam
Ba da ba da bam bam

Ba da ba da bam bam
Bam ba da bam bam (I'm fed up, fed up, fed up)
Ba da ba da bam bam
Ba da ba da bam bam

Ba da ba da bam bam
Bam ba da bam bam (I'm fed up, fed up, fed up)
Ba da ba da bam bam
Ba da ba da bam bam

Ba da ba da bam bam
Bam ba da bam bam (I'm fed up, fed up, fed up)
Ba da ba da bam bam
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