I don't understand the Parisians
Making love every time they get the chance,
I don't understand the Parisians
Wasting every lovely night on romance.
Any time and under every tree in town,
They're in session two by two,
What a crime with all there is to see in town,
They can't find something else to do.
I don't understand how Parisians
Never tire of walking hand in hand,
They seem to love it,
And speak highly of it.
I don't understand the Parisians!
(I love the Parisians!)
"Two drifters off to see the world. There's such a lot of world to see. . ."