As I’ve said before, if you’d like to run a hit song in France, simply include the word “fuck” into your chorus and let FUN radio take it from there. Today’s installment of “gawd I love France and how lovely is it they don’t censor,” I bring you “Peacock” by Katy Perry. Sure, I’m prolly late to the game. I’m a mama of four with cows and shit, so who can blame me. It’s just when you’re dashing in the equivalent of Safeway for your milk or what have you, and “Peacock” is blaring as you browse in aisle nine, you can’t help but think, “hey! That’s Katy Perry! What the heck is she on about? Why is she talking about big cocks while I’m shopping?” “oh! Peeeacock she’s saying” how cute. A song about Peacocks. I love Peacocks. Catchy tune.
and let me tell you right here right now, there ain’t nothin’ finer than a French person saying “Katy Perry” as well as “Lady Gaga” and “Facebook.” Absolutely rad. “FAhZ-booook” is completely unintelligible out of context.