All they do is sing and dance
 All they've got there is romance
 What a tragedy
 Every boulevard has lovers
 Every lover's in a trance
 The poor people of Paree

 I feel sorry for the French
 Every guy has got a wench
 Every couple's got a bench
 Kissing shamelessly
 Night and day they're making music
 While they're making love in French
 The poor people of Paree

 Milk or water from the sink
 Make a true Parisian shrink
 Wine is all he'll ever drink
 And it worries me
 For with wine as cheap as water
 Oh, it makes one stop and think
 The poor people of Paree

 Sister met a boy named Pierre
 Had the craziest affair
 And the day they parted there
 He cried bitterly
 Pierre was there to bid her farewell
 But he brought his new girl, Claire
 The poor people of Paree

 So don't go to Paris, France
 Not unless you like to dance
 Not unless you want romance
 Like those poor inhabitants of Paree