Cocktail Counterpoint Lyrics

Cocktail Counterpoint lyrics

Jean-Michel

No, you're with the French Foreign Service

George

Sir



I joined the Foreign Legion with a sabre in my hand

I crawled across the desert with my belly in the sand

With men who loved their camels and their brandy and I swear

Nobody dished

Nobody swished when I was a Foreign Legionnaire



Would you like an hors d'oeuvre?

Let me help

How adorable these dishes are

Are these youngsters playing together?



They look like Greeks

Oh, no, no, there wouldn't be any Greeks on my plate

Unless they weren't washed well

Well, young boys in any case

No, there must be girls too. This is a mixed service



Oh, what lovely dishes

They're so delicate and frail

Mine have naked children

I believe they're only male

Oops! I think they're playing some exoctic, little game

Oops! I think that "Leap-frog" it is the name



Anyway, she's very sorry



This is even worse than I feared

The son is strange

The father is weird

To meet the wife, I'm actually afraid

I prefer that Anne remain an old maid



My wife and I are devoted couple

And my son knows how much I love him and to what extremes

But my wife Oh I love her like an ani-mal



It's apalling to confess

Our new in-laws are a mess

She's a prude, he's a prig

She's a pill, he's a pig

So zis zis zis for you, Papa



I joined the Foreign Legion with a sabre in my hand

I crawled across the desert with my belly in the sand

With men who loved their camels and their brandy and I swear

Nobody dished

Nobody swished when I was a Foreign Legionnaire



Oh, what lovely dishes

They're so delicate and frail

Mine have naked children

I believe they're only male

Oops! I think they're playing some exoctic, little game

Oops! I think that "Leap-frog" it is the name



This is even worse than I feared

The son is strange

The father is weird

To meet the wife, I'm actually afraid

I(he) prefer(s) that Anne (I) remain an old maid



It's apalling to confess

Our new in-laws are a mess

She's a prude, he's a prig

She's a pill, he's a pig

So zis zis zis for you, Papa



I joined the Foreign Legion with a sabre in my hand

I crawled across the desert with my belly in the sand

With men who loved their camels and their brandy and I swear

Nobody dished

Nobody swished when I was a Foreign Legionnaire



Oh, what lovely dishes

They're so delicate and frail

Mine have naked children

I believe they're only male

Oops! I think they're playing some exoctic, little game

Oops! I think that "Leap-frog" it is the name



This is even worse than I feared

The son is strange

The father is weird

To meet the wife, I'm actually afraid

I(he) prefer(s) that Anne (I) remain an old maid



It's apalling to confess

Our new in-laws are a mess

She's a prude, he's a prig

She's a pill, he's a pig

So zis zis zis for you, Papa



Here's mother