I'm not the brightest crayon in the box
Everyone says I'm dumber than a bag of rocks
I barely even know how to put on my own pants
But I'm a genius in France (yeah), genius in France, genius in France

Hoom chaka laka hoom chaka laka hoom chaka

I may not be the sharpest hunk of cheese
I got a negative number on my SAT's
I'm not good looking, and I don't know how to dance
But nevertheless and in spite of the evidence
I am still widely considered to be a
Genius in France, genius in France, genius in France

People say I'm a geek, a moronic little freak
An annoying pipsqueak with an unfortunate physique
If I was any dumber, they'd have to water me twice a week

But when the Mademoiselles see me, they all swoon and shriek
They dig my mystique, they think I'm c'est magnifique
When I'm in Par-ee, I'm the chic-est of the chic
They love my body odor and my bad toupee
They love my stripey shirt and my stupid beret
And when I'm sipping on a Perrier
In some cafe` down in St. Tropez
It's hard to keep the fans at bay
They say, "Sign my poodle, s'il vous plait"
"Sign my poodle, s'il vous plait"
Hemenene humenene himenene homenene
Poodle...poodle...

Folks in my hometown think I'm a fool
Got too much chlorine in my gene pool
A few peas short of a casserole
A few buttons missing on my remote control
A few fries short of a happy meal
I couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions on the heel
Instructions on the heel
Instructions on the heel

But when I'm in Provence, I get free croissants
Yeah, I'm the guy every French lady wants
And if you ask 'em why, you're bound to get this response:
(He's a genius in France! Genius in France!)
That's right! (He's a genius in France! Genius in France!)
You know it! (He's a genius in France, geniuse in France, genius in France!)

I'm not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree
But the folks in France, they don't seem to agree
They say, "Bonjour, Monsieur, would you take ze picture with me?"
I say, "Oui oui"
That's right, I say, "Oui oui"
"Oui oui"
He says, "Oui oui"

I'm dumber than a box of hair
But those Frenchies don't seem to care
Don't know why, mon frere
But they love me there
I'm a genius in France
Yeah...I'm a genius in France

Gonna make a big splash when I show up in Cannes
Gonna make those Frenchies scream, "You ze man! You ze man! You ze man!"

Like a fine Renoir (waa!), I've got that je ne c'est quoi (quoi!)
Like a fine Renoir (ooh la la!), I've got that je ne c'est
Quoi quoi quoi quoi quoi, oo-we-oo
Quoi quoi quoi quoi quoi, oo-we-oo
Bow diddy bow di bow di bow bow diddy
Bow diddy bow di bow di bow bow diddy
Bow

I'm a taco short of a combo plate
But by some twist of fate, all the Frogs think I'm great
Oh, the men all faint and the women scream
They like me more than heavy cream
When I'm in Versailles, I'm a popular guy
My oh my, I'm as French as apple pie (apple pie)
They think I'm awfully witty, a riot and a half
When I tell a stupid joke, they laugh (haw haw haw haw haw)
And laugh (haw haw haw haw haw)

People in France have lots of attitude
They're snotty and rude, they like disgusting food
But when they see me, they just come unglued
They think that I am one happening dude

Bowm ba ba bowm ba bowm ba bowm
I'm about as sharp as a bowling ball
But they like me better than Charles de Gaulle
Entre nous, it's very true
The room temperature's higher than my IQ
But they love me more than Gerard Depardieu
How did this happen? I don't have a clue

Well...I'm not the quickest tractor on the farm
I don't have any skills or grace or charm
And most people look at me like I'll covered with ants
But I'm a genius in France (yeah), genius in France, genius in France

And I'm never goin' back, I'm never goin' back
I'm never never never never goin' back home again
I'm tearin' up my return flight ticket
Gonna tell the folks back home where they can stick it
'Cause I'm never goin' back, I'm never goin' back
I'm never goin' back

The girls back home never gave me a chance
But I sho nuff got them Frogs in some kinda trance
And I'm aware that it's a most improbable circumstance
But GREAT GOOGILY MOOGILY, I'm a genius in France

Every Frenchie that I meet
Just can't wait to kiss my feet
Get in line, pucker up! Tout suite!
Bowm diddy bowm diddy bowm diddy
I'm gettin' even more famous by the hour
Now they're puttin' up my statue by the Eiffel Tower
A little more to the left, boys, a little more to the left
A little more to the left, boys, a little more to the left

I'm the biggest dork there is alive
My mom picked out my clothes for me till I was 35
And I forgot to mention
I'm not even welcome at the Star Trek convention
But the Frenchies think
That my poop don't stink
I'm a genius in France

Say....would you pass the Grey Poupon?

Merci beaucoup


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  • +2
    General CommentIt should read:

    I'm gettin' even more famous by the hour
    [i]I'm stuffed with pastries and drunk with power[/i]
    Now they're puttin' up my statue by the Eiffel Tower
    A little more to the left, boys, a little more to the left
    A little more to the left, boys, a little more to the left
    gweepson August 07, 2006   Link
  • +1
    General CommentThis is Al's tribute to Frank Zappa.
    daventhalas1on June 18, 2003   Link
  • +1
    General CommentI think this a slam on Jerry Lewis...does anybody else think that way?
    OpinionHeadon February 09, 2005   Link
  • +1
    General CommentBecause we should all listen to a guy with the name of "Poo_Spoon."

    This song isn't exactly a French-bashing song (and it was written before the whole "Freedom Fries" crap) - it's more of a "List every stereotype Al can!" mixed together with "stupid" jokes.

    And of course it's a tribute to the late, great Frank Zappa.
    GromReaperon October 14, 2005   Link
  • +1
    General CommentThere is no hell. There is only France. -- Frank Zappa
    OpinionHeadon June 28, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General Commentpoo spoon you really are a poo spoon.
    how the hell can you not find weird al funny?
    listen to a song called alberquerque you will not stop laughing for a year. or nearly...
    this is an amazing song and deserves to be played on loudspeakers in paris
    smitty83on January 11, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General Comment++
    This is a tribute to Frank Zappa

    his son Dweezil in facts play the guitar parts in this.

    there is a zappa song called 'In France' , the different use of styles and beats and tempo's is exactly what zappa used to do alot.

    if your a big zappa fan you can recognise what songs have inspired different parts of the songh musically.
    mattalacon January 12, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General Comment"his son Dweezil in facts play the guitar parts in this."

    He only did the intro...but ya...he is touching on all of Zappa's styles
    DrWorm2002on April 06, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General Commenta 10 and a half minute odyssey... i love al and this song
    avs2006on July 02, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General CommentThis song drives me nuts. I love it, but I'm just glad that i'm listening to something else right now. I can't afford to have it going through my head right before I go to sleep!
    andethirienon November 06, 2006   Link

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