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....