We all know Jonathan Coulton’s hilarious song “Re: Your Brains,” right? It seems that one of his French-speaking fans decided to translate it into French. Then JoCo recorded it.

Then I put the lyrics into Babelfish, because that is always guaranteed hilarity.

Tom hello, it is Bob,
I bump in the office of the bottom
Cool to re-examine you, how does it go?
For me it rolls, has share that now I become a zombie
I would like that you us leashes to enter.
I thinks that I speaks for everyone
By telling you that I include/understand
Your reserves has to reach has our legitimate waitings.
But it there is an urgency, you all will burst while howling.

One wants just to puff out you the brain
Not, it is not so stupid
It will not cost you the eyes of the head
One wants just to puff out you the brain
One is wedged here
One could make a kind of compromise:
Open carries it to us
That one can to you steal to puff out you the brain

I do not want nitpick Tom, but are you really on you?
To pass all your life in an office?
It suits you can be now but one day you will be has court of puffs out…
and will have you more ammunition
It is clear that you start finally has to realize
That the ambition it is really what you ace always lack
But I have some for you
Because I will puff out you slowly

One wants just to puff out you the brain
Not, it is not so stupid
It will not cost you the eyes of the head
One wants just to puff out you the brain
One is wedged here
One could make a kind of compromise:
Open carries it to us
That one can to you steal to puff out you the brain

I would like to help you Tom, in a way or of another
I appreciate really our collaboration
I am not a Tom monster
Lastly, technically I am one
Technically

I hold another Tom meeting
One will have to defer that
I know that one will end well up getting along
I will come to take news of my colleagues
Who are corroding your door
One will plan that later
I am happy to see that accept you criticisms constructive
Although you would be very busy
I know that it is the hell at the office
One will regulate that later
When I open the head to you
(And the head! And the head! Lark! Lark! Argh!)

One wants just to puff out you the brain
Not, it is not so stupid
It will not cost you the eyes of the head
One wants just to puff out you the brain
One is wedged here
One could make a kind of compromise:
Open carries it to us
That one can to you steal to puff out you the brain

If I can learn this song on mando, I will record it with this translation. You heard it here first.