A song for Amelia. To be sung with great license and self abandonment. And gusto. And a smile. Shameless stereotyping and political incorrectness. Chorus something like Jimmy Crack Corn. Verses with vague indicators.
The French they love their baguettes,
They wear most pretty shoes,
They cycle to the city,
And hum a happy tune.
Joon-say-pa and I don't care
Joon-say-pa and I don't care
Joon-say-pa and I don't care
Bon joor, ovwaaa to you.
The French they love their music,
They love to walk their dogs,
They cycle in their trench coats
Or sometimes they will jog.
Chorus
The French they love their coffee
They call it une cafe
They sit along the sidewalk
And chat away all day (they actually smoke all day but we will leave that part censored)
Chorus
The French they built a tower
And lots of bridges too,
You see the tower on t shirts
We'll bring back one for you.
Je ne sais pa...I don't know
Bon jour....good day
Au revoir...good bye
Although I am happy to be corrected please.
The French they love their baguettes,
They wear most pretty shoes,
They cycle to the city,
And hum a happy tune.
Joon-say-pa and I don't care
Joon-say-pa and I don't care
Joon-say-pa and I don't care
Bon joor, ovwaaa to you.
The French they love their music,
They love to walk their dogs,
They cycle in their trench coats
Or sometimes they will jog.
Chorus
The French they love their coffee
They call it une cafe
They sit along the sidewalk
And chat away all day (they actually smoke all day but we will leave that part censored)
Chorus
The French they built a tower
And lots of bridges too,
You see the tower on t shirts
We'll bring back one for you.
Je ne sais pa...I don't know
Bon jour....good day
Au revoir...good bye
Although I am happy to be corrected please.
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