Je Regrette, Je Regrette - Carl Barat

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