Je Regrette, Je Regrette

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 colors 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
I haven’t had you yet
These angry birds