The Poor People of Paris

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