- published: 21 Feb 2011
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The Basques (Basque: euskaldunak, Spanish: vascos, French: basques) as an ethnic group, primarily inhabit an area traditionally known as the Basque Country (Basque: Euskal Herria), a region that is located around the western end of the Pyrenees on the coast of the Bay of Biscay and straddles parts of north-central Spain and south-western France.
The Basques are known in the local languages as:
The English word Basque comes from French Basque (pronounced /bask/), which itself comes from Gascon Basco (pronounced /ˈbasku/) and Spanish Vasco[citation needed] (pronounced /ˈbasko/). These, in turn, come from Latin Vasco (pronounced /wasko/), plural Vascones (see History section below). The Latin labial-velar approximant /w/ generally evolved into the bilabials /b/ and /β̞/ in Gascon and Spanish, probably under the influence of Basque and Aquitanian, a language related to old Basque and spoken in Gascony in Antiquity (similarly the Latin /w/ evolved into /v/ in French, Italian and other languages).
YouYou want
You want me
You want me to give you a chance
Now mama let me see
See what
See what you
See what you could offer to me
Now mama let me see
(Good)
Look at you, you think that you're so good
(Weren't that good)
If there was anything to like I would
(Yes I would)
I won't pretend to understand it but I thought you
would
Tell me why you rattle my chain
Why do you rub me the wrong way?
Everything you say just drives me insane
You don't answer to nothing
You push all my buttons
You try to be nice
I take convince
I know it don't make any sense
But I don't need your advice
You say it's all in my head
I said don't try to explain,
You know you rattle my chain
You're gonna do it again
You want
You want me
You want me to give you a chance
Now mama let me see
See what
See what you
See what you could offer to me
Now mama let me see
(Good)
Everybody thinks that you're so good
(Weren't that good)
I don't get along with anything you do
(You're so good)
It's so hard for me to be polite to you
(Oooh)
And the only thing I wanna say is:
Why do you rattle my chain?
Why do you rub me the wrong way?
Everything you say just drives me insane
You don't answer to nothing
You push all my buttons
You try to be nice
I take convince
I know it don't make any sense
But I don't need your advice
You say it's all in my head
I said don't try to explain,
You know you rattle my chain