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