Just got back from Paris France

All they do is sing and dance

All they got is romance

What a tragedy

Every boulevard has lovers

Every lover's in a trance

The poor people of Paris



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 Paris



Milk or water from a 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 Paris



Sister Madam Pierre

Had the craziest love affair

And the day after they parted there

He cries bitterly

Pierre was there to bid her farewell

But he brought his new girl Claire

The poor people of Paris



So don't go to Paris France

Not unless you like to dance

Not unless you want romance

Like those poor inhabitants of Paris



(spoken) In the meantime, I got to hurry back there

I think I forgot something....