You take a shot baby,
I take a stab,  [bad word] about to go down at the language lab,
Some are "pour favor”,
Some are "si’l vous plait”,
Talk is cheap, baby, anyway 
 
Get ready to go,
If you're willing and able,
But you're bound to give her novel 
‘bout my tower of Babel 
 
Yes, I get rewarded 
For my gifted gab,
All the pretty girls at the language lab 
 
It's always hurry up and wait,
You know I can relate,
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 [bad word] on, pretty baby, let's jump in the next cab, 
Destination: the language lab 
 
Dumb to chalk it up to fate,
If there's 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! Huh! Ooh! 
Ooh! Huh! Ooh! Ooh! 
 
There's no need to speak,
When looking into your eyes,
Cause lies in foreign languages are still just lies,
This is what I get for my gifted gab ‒
All the broken hearts at the language lab 
 
You're [bad word] 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 noise cooperate, 
And your romance is no longer Greek to me 
 
Oh!