Bad Manners - Gherkin lyrics

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...