Gherkin - Bad Manners

Here’s a tale, thats hard to tell

The story of, my southern belle

I hate to say, I knew her well

And in no time, in love I fell

She had a vice, one thing she craved

I never knew one, so depraved

She wanted one, before I shaved

Of those, little pieces of Gherkin

You are bedlam, she said to me

Bedlam is madness, so can’t you see

You’ve got to make a sacifice

And go to the grocers, I’ve been there twice

The grocer man was very nice

He worked alone, all by himself

Then I saw upon the shelf;

Two little jars of those green Gherkins

Strangley enough, two jars of Gherkins

I wondered if they’d made the grade

Would they be worth, the price I paid

They’d be right, I hoped and prayed

'Cause if they were, I have it made

My southern belle was not impressed

My Gherkin power, had failed the test

And now she’s gone, like all the rest

For those strange little pieces of Gherkin

Those starnge little pieces of Gherkin

And when I hold your arms

I wanna be near you, inside your charms

Because, because, because, I love you, I love you so

You make me wanna break down and cry

Comme c’est dommage

Qui, comme c’est diole

Que je me trouve, tout seule

Le ciel si rouge

La mer si bleu

Into it, myself I throw

Peut etre, je suis Un «stupid French git», comme tout le monde dit…