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Here we are in gay Paree
Just to see what we can see
Or to buy what we can buy
Or to try what we can try
On the Champs Elysee
Or the Rue De La Paix
Here is what the French will say
It's only for Americans
The midnight life in gay Paree
The Frenchman he would never see
It's only for Americans
The prices in a smart café
The Frenchman he would never pay
The price that's more
Is only for
Americans from the USA
Those old Napoleon Brandy labels
That recently were made
They're not for Frenchmen's tables
They're for the Yankee trade
Only for Americans
The shops with many real antiques
Antiques as old as seven weeks
They're only for Americans
A bed on which a king made love
Which there are several dozens of
The French pooh-pooh
We sell them to
Americans from the USA
There's the Rue De La Paix
And the Champs Elysee
There are sidewalk cafés
Head waiters with trays
There's paté de frois gras
And sauces and dishes
Mon petit manger
And all sorts of fishes
There's the Eiffel Tower
And the Luc de Bessine
For us all these things
Are just peachy kean
But
Here is what the native French will say
It's only for Americans
The Frenchmans' food is very plain
The fancy sauces with ptomaine
Are only for Americans
A Frenchman seldom eats the snails
With little ulcers on their tails
And all that cheese
Was made to please
Americans from the USA
We like to keep the good relations
That nothing must upset
We give you decorations
The Frenchmen seldom get
Only for Americans
Our finest art is in the Louvre
The ones the experts don't approve
Are only for Americans
We keep an artist at the gate
To sign the paintings while you wait
Before they're dry
They're purchased by
Americans from the USA
Mon cher, mon ami
Qu'est-ce que sais je vous dis
Americans from the USA.
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