Bim bam bim bam
Bim bam bim bam
You take yourself, sir, for a wild feline
but you have only the silky coat of a lion,
and your sharp, young predator’s fangs
inspire us to laughter rather than fear.
If you aren’t afraid, then come enter my cage
and allow my ardour to devour your plumage
Put away your claws, nice lanky lad!
We see you as a performing dog for the upper crust,
performing big numbers worthy of a little monkey.
Your preys are, in fact, nothing but cooing women,
and your nocturnal feasts are essentially chickens (/whores).
And the sirs say:
It’s for you, ladies, that we swagger;
you yield only to the king of the savannah,
it’s like this, it’s like that.
The ladies respond:
It’s for you, sirs, that we swoon;
we entrap kings with our charms,
it’s like this, it’s like that.
And it’s such a shame…
You parade, sir, exhibiting your conquests.
Your beautiful mane is, at bottom, nothing more than a crest.
You ape the grand airs of the prince of the jungle,
when you have the manners of a pretentious cock.
But why this sharpness for the other fish,
if you aren’t scared to bite the hook?
Put away your stinger, my big boaster!
At your cat’s claws, know that we laugh,
you meow gently when your desire roars.
The valuable birds escape from you ceaselessly,
and you content yourself with the lowest species.
And the sirs say:
It’s for you, ladies, that we swagger;
you yield only to the king of the savannah,
it’s like this, it’s like that.
The ladies respond:
It’s for you, sirs, that we swoon;
we entrap kings with our charms,
it’s like this, it’s like that.
Oh, it’s such a shame…
Bim bam bim bam
Bim bam bim bam
And the sirs say:
It’s for you, ladies, that we swagger;
you yield only to the king of the savannah,
it’s like this, it’s like that.
The ladies respond:
It’s for you, sirs, that we swoon;
we entrap kings with our charms,
it’s like this, it’s like that.
And it’s really such a shame…