Tekster: Carl Barat. Je Regrette, Je Regrette.

Je regrette, Je regrette
I haven't had you yet

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 colours 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

(Merci a B. Howard pour cettes paroles)