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!)

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