You take a shot baby I’ll take a stab sh**s about to go down at the language lab Some are ‘Pour Favour’ Some are ‘S’il Vous Plait’ Talk is cheap, baby, anyway Get ready to go, if you’re willing or able You’re bound to get run over by my tower of Babel Yes I give a warning From my gift to the gab All the pretty girls at the language lab It’s always hurry up and wait You know I can relate If you’ve got another language Baby, I can translate I can translate I can translate I can be the kind of [?] Between a dozen heads of state Who would otherwise be trying to k** each other. Speaking Cantonese just to get my kicks French is just Romanian that’s been remixed Come on pretty baby let’s jump in the next cab Destination – the language lab Don’t just chalk it up to fate Is there too much on your plate And if you’re lost in translation, baby, I can translate I can translate I can translate And when my work is done [?] standing in the way And you won’t have to press ‘1’ for English There’s no need to speak when looking into your eyes ‘Cos lies in foreign languages are still just lies This is what I get for my gift of the gab All the broken hearts at the language lab You [?] for your linguistic blind date And if you’re looking for some meaning, baby, I can translate I can translate I can translate I can make your mumbo jumbo and your voice co-operate And your romance is no longer Greek to me