Writers: Schroeder/Wood



If you turn me down once more, I'll join the French Foreign Legion

Bet you, they would welcome me, with open arms



First you love me, yes; then you love me, no

I don't know where I stand

Do we march together down the isle

Or do I march that desert sand



If you think I won't find romance, in the French Foreign Legion

Think about that uniform with all its charm

Just one more time are you gonna be mine, or au revoir cheri

It's the French Foreign Legion for me