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!)
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