They say the
French are naughty.
They say the French are bad.
They all declare that over there
the French are going mad.
They have a reputation of being very gay.
I just just got back from Paris,
and I just want to say
When they go parley -vee and parley -voo
This for me, that's for you
Fifty million Frenchmen can't be wrong
When they go ooh -la -la -la -la -la -la
On the bully -bully -ba
Fifty million Frenchmen can't be wrong
They shake a sea hand,
they shake a sea feet
They roll the eyes and kiss -kiss -say
right on the street
And even though the Irish and the Dutch
say it don't amount to much,
Fifty million Frenchmen
can't be wrong.
All of our fashions come from Gay Paris,
And if they come above the knee,
Fifty million Frenchmen can't be wrong.
And if they give the world a new design,
To prove a lady has a spine,
Fifty million Frenchmen can't be wrong.
They shorten them here,
They shorten them there,
and if her name is Teddy,
they make Teddy bear.
If they prefer to see their women
dress with more or less of less and less,
fifty million Frenchmen can't be wrong.
When they put on a show
and it's a hit,
no one tries to censor it,
fifty million Frenchmen can't be wrong.
And when a book is selling at its best,
it isn't stuffed, it's not suppressed,
Fifty million Frenchmen
can't be wrong
Whenever they're dry, for brandy or rye
To get it, they don't have
to give up their right eye
And when we brag about our liberty
And they laugh at you and you
and you and me
Fifty million Frenchmen can't
be wrong
In Vivala, France,
they're full of romance
You'll find policemen with
embroidery on their pants
And when they start to
sing the Marseillaise
They sing it forty different ways
Fifty million Frenchmen can't be wrong you