You're What The French Call 'les Incompetents' Lyrics

No, but you're wrong. For so god damn long.
I've been waiting for service. Adorable... this place is
adorable, but far too expensive. I propose retirement.
What, no lime? No cute little umbrella? Oh no baby, this
ain't attitude, it's baditude. Have you looked into the
devil's eyes? I didn't think so. Do you have the golden
touch such only gods of great stature like Dr. Jones
possesses? I didn't think so. Needless to say, I'm not
impressed. Okay, here's the truth, I smashed a lot of
empty beer bottles that night. Hey... dissed and
dismissed... No, I can't blame her.

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