Just got back from Paris, France

All they do is sing and dance

All they've got there is romance

What a tragedy

Every boulevard has lovers

Every lover's in a trance

The poor people of Paree



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 Paree



Milk or water from the 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 Paree



Sister met a boy named Pierre

Had the craziest affair

And the day they parted there

He cried bitterly

Pierre was there to bid her farewell

But he brought his new girl, Claire

The poor people of Paree



So don't go to Paris, France

Not unless you like to dance

Not unless you want romance

Like those poor inhabitants of Paree