Told the coterie
At the Rotary what they'll find in Paris
Told the legionnaire 'bout the region there
I'm an expert, 'cause me I just got back from Paris, France
All they do is sing and dance
All they've got there is romance, what a tragedy!
Every boulevard has lovers
Every lover is in a trance, the poor, poor people of Paris
(Nécéssaire)
I feel sorry for the French
Every guy's gotta a wench
Every couple's gotta a bench
Kissing shamelessly
Night and day they're making music
While they make the love in France
The poor, poor people of Paris
(It should happen to me)
Bonjour, monsieur, ah you are an américan?
Zhan you must know bing Crosby, n'est-ce pas?
I love Americans
Zhe french are not so happy as the Americans
We are always making music
And we worship food and wine
The poor, poor people of Paris
(Ah! C'est triste! Why they don't drink milk?)
We have bistros in Montmartre
Artists living for their art
Poets rhyming from the heart, one big family!
Montparnasse is filled with students
Taking pleasures à la carte
The poor, poor people of Paris
(Ah! Quelle catastrophe!)
When in Paris you'd be embarrassed
At what goes on in a nighttime
And during lunches we pull no punches
'Cause anytime is the right time
So, don't go to Paris, France
Not, unless you like to dance
Not, unless you want romance
Like those poor inhabitants of Paris
