François Pérusse - Bad English lyrics

This morning, I answered to the phone, And it was my manager… He said listen to me: Your song is not gonna play on the radio, Because your english is not really fluid, you know! 'Said it's not enough… To have a beautiful body! And that job is not like selling hamberzzjrrszzz… tabarnac… (Non,non, c'est beau, on va le garder…) So I said "Go to the refrigerator, n'take a zucchini, bend over, And put it right in your a**!!" Don't you think I know my english's so bad? My english is not good… Baby I'm so sad! Don't you hear me… I know my english's so bad!!! I have an accent… And I feel like crap, oh no…. So I went in my garage… Got in my car. And I "drived", talking with my blueteeth… (Bluetooth, Linda!!) My boyfriend told me "Don't cry! Come to my house… Don't worry, we'll talk about this together!" So I knocked at his door… And when he opened… He said "Why do you want absolutely sing in english?" I said "Babe, did you forget I'm a professional singer? And if I don't sing in english, I'll keep eating macaroni!" But… I know my english's so bad! My english is not good…No! Baby I'm so sad! I tell you, I know my english's so bad! This is no bullsh**… I'll never live in a castle, no! My english's too bad… I'll never have a Lamborghini… My english's too bad! And not even a Cadillac!! My english's so bad, my english's so bad… Do you love me darling? Even if my english's so bad?