Bim bam bim bam
bim bam bim bam
you take yourself as a wild feline mister
but you only have silky fur of a lion
and your sharp fangs of a young predator
inspire us to laugh rather than to fright
if you are not afraid, come enter my cage
and let my ardour devour your plumages
put your claws back, good gowky boy
we see you as a show dog for the high society,
making big tricks worthy of a small monkey.
your preys are actually only women who coo
and your night time feasts come down to hens
and the sirs say:
it's for you, ladies, we pavane
you only give in to the king of the savannah
it's like this, it's like that
the ladies respond:
it's for you, sirs, we swoon
we trap the kings with our charm
it's like this, it's like that
and what a shame...
you parade, mister, to display your conquests
your beautiful mane in fact only a crest
the prince of the jungle is what you feign imposingly
when you have the manner of pretentious cock
but why this harshness for the other fishes
if you haven't got a fear of bite the hook
draw back your harpoon, my big boaster!
know that we laugh at your claws of a cat
you meow weakly when your envy roars
the valuable birds escape from you continuously
and you satisfy yourself with lowest species
and the sirs say:
it's for you, ladies, we pavane
you only give in to the king of the savannah
it's like this, it's like that
the ladies respond:
it's for you, sirs, we swoon
we trap the kings with our charm
it's like this, it's like that
oh, what a shame...
Bim bam bim bam
bim bam bim bam
and the sirs say:
it's for you, ladies, we pavane
you only give in to the king of the savannah
it's like this, it's like that
the ladies respond:
it's for you, sirs, we swoon
we trap the kings with our charm
it's like this, it's like that
and it's really a shame...