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  • 作词 : Marguerite Monnot/M. Monnot/René Rouzaud
    作曲 : Marguerite Monnot/M. Monnot/R. Rouzaud/René Rouzaud
    Just got back from
    Paris, France
    All they do is sing and dance
    All they've got there is romance
    What a tragedy
    Every boulevard has lovers
    Every lover's in a trance
    The poor people of
    PareeI feel sorry for the
    FrenchEvery 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
    FrenchThe poor people of
    PareeMilk or water from the 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
    PareeSister met a boy named
    PierreHad the craziest affair
    And the day they parted there
    He cried bitterly
    Pierre was there to bid her farewell
    But he brought his new girl,
    ClaireThe poor people of
    PareeSo don't go to
    Paris, France
    Not unless you like to dance
    Not unless you want romance
    Like those poor inhabitants of
    Paree
  • 作词 : Marguerite Monnot/M. Monnot/René Rouzaud
    作曲 : Marguerite Monnot/M. Monnot/R. Rouzaud/René Rouzaud
    Just got back from
    Paris, France
    All they do is sing and dance
    All they've got there is romance
    What a tragedy
    Every boulevard has lovers
    Every lover's in a trance
    The poor people of
    PareeI feel sorry for the
    FrenchEvery 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
    FrenchThe poor people of
    PareeMilk or water from the 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
    PareeSister met a boy named
    PierreHad the craziest affair
    And the day they parted there
    He cried bitterly
    Pierre was there to bid her farewell
    But he brought his new girl,
    ClaireThe poor people of
    PareeSo don't go to
    Paris, France
    Not unless you like to dance
    Not unless you want romance
    Like those poor inhabitants of
    Paree