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
[ strings - accordion ]
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 love 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