Dean Martin The Poor People Of Paris Lyrics

The Poor People Of Paris Lyrics

Just got back from Paris, France

All they do is sing and dance

All they got there is romance

What a tragedy



Every boulevard has lovers

Every lover's in a trance

The poor people of Paris



I feel sorry for the French

Every 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 French

The poor people of Paris



Milk or water from a 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 Paris



Sister Madam Pierre

Had the craziest love affair

And the day they parted there

He cried bitterly



Pierre was there to bid her farewell

But he brought his new girl Claire

The poor people of Paris



So don't go to Paris France

Not unless you like to dance

Not unless you want romance

Like those poor inhabitants of Paris



In the meantime, I got to hurry back there

I think I forgot something