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 f**kin' fury is now unleashed 
She is gonna quote some Baudelaire 
To the motherf**ker 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