THE POOR PEOPLE OF PARIS

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.
   (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.
   (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.
   (The poor people of Paris!)

Sister Mad'moiselle Pierre
Had the craziest love affair.
The day after they parted there,
   He cried bitterly.
Pierre was there to bid her farewell.
But he brought his new girl Claire...
The poor people of Paris.
   (The poor people of Paris!)

So don't go to Paris, France.
Not unless you like to dance,
Not unless you want to dance...
   Like the poor people of Paris, France.

Him: In the meantime, I got to hurry back there.
Her: Why?
Him: I think I forgot something...


Writer(s): René Rouzaud, Marguerite Monnot (music); Jack Lawrence (English lyrics).