Reisa L. Gerber Blah, blah, blah Supposes lyrics

"Merci, beaucoup",
The old man said,
As though to give me thanks...
"Non, maman" I answered,
"Je n'taime pas" ...don't pull no rank..."
How many times can women come and go
And stick it to you?
"Doe a deer",
I sank down to my knees and cried,
"That isn't fair...now is that fair?"
I was sticking it out in my faded jeans
I got my socks on, man...

And I bought a ticket so I could fly to the Cannes film fest in France..I know what it's like to be A
Fool for almost forty years,
Hype to phony "outcries"...
As
My poor little "a-hole" cries salty tears...
And I laughed when tangles got my roots and they bought me Pinnochio noses...
"Evening in Paris" is what I got...
And, oh yeah...
"Don't harass us!"...blah blah blah supposes...