Monmartre, Monmartre, where the throngs and the songs continue.



Monmartre, Monmartre, where Paree in a spree gets in you,



Monamarte, where the quail never fail to win you



Where they say "Oop-la!" Where are you going, Papa?



Monmartre, Monmartre,



(brief musical interlude)



Monmartre, where the quail never fail to win you



Where they say "Oop-la!" Where are you going, Mama?