Ohlala
🎵 2075 characters
⏱️ 3:55 duration
🆔 ID: 9318812
📜 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
She's barely at the door (when) she feels a hand on her butt... Oh no!
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
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
She's barely at the door (when) she feels a hand on her butt... Oh no!
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
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:41.66] There's a girl, her name is Bambirella
[00:44.38] A gothic little princess grooving like an umbrella
[00:48.16] One could swear she's an ad for autism
[00:50.59] (But she's) two hundred pounds of poetry and dark romanticism
[00:54.27] She's been invited by a neighbour at a West Indian party
[00:57.45] Rum flowing everywhere, stupid people laughing loudly
[01:00.88] Neurosis resurfaces, she'd be better on her own
[01:03.44] Than to share a night of shit with La Compagnie Créole
[01:10.92] Bambirella don't like Carioca
[01:16.82] Fuck off Huggy, leave me on the sofa
[01:21.88] (Tous ensemble!)
[01:22.97] Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala
[01:26.44] Eh oui (Ohlala)
[01:27.96] C'est comme ça
[01:29.85] Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala
[01:32.74] Ben v'là (Ohlala)
[01:34.10] C'est la vie
[01:35.96] Some assholes are gonna learn what it's like to be down
[01:39.71] Pas de chatte (Ohlala)
[01:41.07] C'est la faille
[01:42.63] Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala
[01:46.08] Eh oui (Ohlala)
[01:47.41] C'est comme ça
[01:49.04] "Dancing is easier than trying to find some work"
[01:53.22] She thinks, as inside she slowly goes berserk
[01:56.41] She feels several laughing eyes are scanning her entire body
[01:59.66] She knows that within hours they all will be so sorry
[02:03.06] Gross reflections, stupid puns and silly jokes
[02:06.05] The cheap perfumes melted with the smells of booze and smoke
[02:09.12] It makes her really sick so she's heading for the toilets
[02:12.38] She's barely at the door (when) she feels a hand on her butt... Oh no!
[02:19.22] Too much for her to take
[02:20.49] Something's growing inside
[02:22.13] Too much for her to take
[02:26.62] They can run but can't hide
[02:31.97] Too much for her to take
[02:32.99] The fuckin' fury is now unleashed
[02:37.30] She is gonna quote some Baudelaire
[02:38.61] To the motherfucker who touched her derriere
[02:46.92] (Zoukez!)
[02:47.92] Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala
[02:51.50] Eh oui (Ohlala)
[02:53.09] C'est comme ça
[02:55.36] Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala
[02:57.86] Ben v'là (Ohlala)
[02:59.34] C'est la vie
[03:00.81] Some assholes are gonna learn what it's like to be down
[03:05.07] Pas de chatte (Ohlala)
[03:06.11] C'est la faille
[03:07.82] Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala
[03:10.94] Eh oui (Ohlala)
[03:12.54] C'est comme ça
[03:13.81] Fuck that shit
[03:17.95] Bambirella will never go there again
[03:20.48] All alone, without one of her depressed friends
[03:24.33] (Note: Could Kassav's drummer play that pleasant bridge?)
[03:34.26] There's no fun in all their Caribbean shit
[03:37.05] No frizzy asshole hair-dressed like Robert Smith
[03:39.89] Let the song end
[03:44.12] With the third shotgun blast
[03:48.26] For no particular reason
[03:51.57]
[00:44.38] A gothic little princess grooving like an umbrella
[00:48.16] One could swear she's an ad for autism
[00:50.59] (But she's) two hundred pounds of poetry and dark romanticism
[00:54.27] She's been invited by a neighbour at a West Indian party
[00:57.45] Rum flowing everywhere, stupid people laughing loudly
[01:00.88] Neurosis resurfaces, she'd be better on her own
[01:03.44] Than to share a night of shit with La Compagnie Créole
[01:10.92] Bambirella don't like Carioca
[01:16.82] Fuck off Huggy, leave me on the sofa
[01:21.88] (Tous ensemble!)
[01:22.97] Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala
[01:26.44] Eh oui (Ohlala)
[01:27.96] C'est comme ça
[01:29.85] Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala
[01:32.74] Ben v'là (Ohlala)
[01:34.10] C'est la vie
[01:35.96] Some assholes are gonna learn what it's like to be down
[01:39.71] Pas de chatte (Ohlala)
[01:41.07] C'est la faille
[01:42.63] Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala
[01:46.08] Eh oui (Ohlala)
[01:47.41] C'est comme ça
[01:49.04] "Dancing is easier than trying to find some work"
[01:53.22] She thinks, as inside she slowly goes berserk
[01:56.41] She feels several laughing eyes are scanning her entire body
[01:59.66] She knows that within hours they all will be so sorry
[02:03.06] Gross reflections, stupid puns and silly jokes
[02:06.05] The cheap perfumes melted with the smells of booze and smoke
[02:09.12] It makes her really sick so she's heading for the toilets
[02:12.38] She's barely at the door (when) she feels a hand on her butt... Oh no!
[02:19.22] Too much for her to take
[02:20.49] Something's growing inside
[02:22.13] Too much for her to take
[02:26.62] They can run but can't hide
[02:31.97] Too much for her to take
[02:32.99] The fuckin' fury is now unleashed
[02:37.30] She is gonna quote some Baudelaire
[02:38.61] To the motherfucker who touched her derriere
[02:46.92] (Zoukez!)
[02:47.92] Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala
[02:51.50] Eh oui (Ohlala)
[02:53.09] C'est comme ça
[02:55.36] Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala
[02:57.86] Ben v'là (Ohlala)
[02:59.34] C'est la vie
[03:00.81] Some assholes are gonna learn what it's like to be down
[03:05.07] Pas de chatte (Ohlala)
[03:06.11] C'est la faille
[03:07.82] Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala
[03:10.94] Eh oui (Ohlala)
[03:12.54] C'est comme ça
[03:13.81] Fuck that shit
[03:17.95] Bambirella will never go there again
[03:20.48] All alone, without one of her depressed friends
[03:24.33] (Note: Could Kassav's drummer play that pleasant bridge?)
[03:34.26] There's no fun in all their Caribbean shit
[03:37.05] No frizzy asshole hair-dressed like Robert Smith
[03:39.89] Let the song end
[03:44.12] With the third shotgun blast
[03:48.26] For no particular reason
[03:51.57]