The Poor People Of Paris Lyrics

Just got back from Paris, France All they do is sing and dance All they got there 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
Sister Madam 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 Paris
So don't go to Paris France Not unless you like to dance Not unless you want romance Like those poor inhabitants of Paris
In the meantime, I got to hurry back there I think I forgot something