Nouvelle cuisine

Les Champes-Elysses

Maurice Chevalier



Les poissons, les poissons

How I love les poissons

Love to chop and to serve little fish

First I cut of their heads

Zen I pull out their bones

Ah mais oui, ça c'est toujours delish



Les poissons, les poissons

Hee hee hee, haw haw haw

With the cleaver I hack them in two

I pull out what's inside

And I serve it up fried

God, I love little fishes, don't you?



Here's something for tempting the palate

Prepared in the classic technique

First you pound the fish flat with a mallet

Then you slash through the skin

Give the the belly a slice

Then you rub some salt in

'Cause that makes it taste nice



Zut alors! I have missed one



Sacre bleu, what is zis?

How on earth could I miss

Such a sweet, little succulent crab?

Quelle dommage! What a loss

Here we go, in the sauce

And some flour, I think just a dab



Then I stuff you with bread

It don't hurt, 'cause you're dead

And you're certainly lucky, you are

'Cause it's gonna be hot

In my big silver pot

Tout à l'heure, mon poisson!

Au revoir!