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You take a shot baby
I’ll take a stab
Shits 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 and able
But you’re bound to get run over by my tower of Babel

Yes I get rewarded
For my gift of the gab
All the pretty girls at the language lab

It’s always hurry up and wait
You know I can relate
And if you’ve got another language
Baby, I can translate

I can translate
I can translate
I can be the conduit
Between a dozen heads of state
Who would otherwise be trying to kill 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
you’ve got 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 misunderstanding will abate
And you won’t have to press ‘1’ for English

Ooh
Ooh
Woo-Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Woo-Ooh
Woo-Ooh

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’re always running late for your linguistic blind date
And if you’re looking for some reading, 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
Oh!