The Poor People of Paris
Just got back from Paris 
France All they do is sing and dance 
All they got is romance 
What a tragedy Every boulevard has lovers 
Every lover's in a trance 
The poor people of Paris 
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 
Paris Milk or water from a 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 Paris