[Verse]
They say, they say, they say she goes around
In a borrowed skin
She is castrated merchandise
She who really believes that she embodies humor
She thinks she's the Circe of Aeaea
Or the Sphinx or Medea
So “Dada”
[Refrain]
No one can understand her
She crawls around and licks it all up
See how she dances
Ay ay ay what a mess
And it's all the same to her
So “dada”