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Bruce's Music Buddies
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| Gregg Lee Henry, musician / Lyrics |
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Ahh Paris in the spring time The art, the Seine, the fine French food But you might find yourself standing at the corner of attitude and the Rue du Rude, But you stroll on in to the Brasserie And you holler garcon and you're smiling at the Maitre'd Oh we're gonna parlez Francais, And you're counting on your fingers, let's see what can I say And sure enough they start to laugh 'Cause after all you're bound to make a gaff And they start looking down their noses As only a Parisian can CHORUS: Hey buddy jus suis Americain Jus suis Americain, man Jus suis Americain I mean, it ain't like they painted the Mona Lisa In the whole damn town not a decent slice of pizza But you tour the town and the wife'll shop And you stand in line for the Eiffel top And down by the river they're selling these lousy sketches And you're trying to haggle, the missus kvetches, And you walk until you're blistered and you both need a nap And you wake up staring at the luggage knowing it ain't gonna hold half this crap All right I'll give you there's damn fine women and some mighty fine wine But I've seen EuroDisney, pal You ought to see mine (CHORUS) T-shirts from Paris Give me six of those little Eiffel towers And a half dozen of those Arc du Triumphs No give the one that lights up, lights up You only live once (CHORUS) Somehow in the face of Frenchmen I go all warm and snuggly 'Cause I know what they say and I don't want to be thought of as ugly But let me be frank, no let me be money And you can take this to the bank, left or right honey (CHORUS) T-shirts from Paris |
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