Je regrette, Je regrette
I haven't had you yet
I've been down, I've been down
I heard you weren't around

I got stuck in Harlem, my ears ringing with the sound 
Of angry birds
Such angry birds

I'm a wretch, I'm a wretch
A tosser at a stretch
I got stuff on my chest
This woman sent me west

I didn't pay her taxi now I'm failing to impress
These angry birds
Such angry birds

When I'm out on the blow
Will my true colours show?
I always seem to spend my time with angry birds

Such hackneyed words
Oh darling, I confess
Suppose that all that you need to know
Is I don't want to go with angry birds
These angry birds
These angry birds...
(Je regrette, Je regrette)