When Yankee Doodle came to Paris town Upon his face he
wore a little frown To those he'd meet upon the street, he
couldn't speak a word, To find a Miss that he could kiss it
seemed to be absurd. But if this Yankee should stay there
awhile Upon his face you're bound to see a smile.
Soon Yankee Doodle he left Paris town, Upon his face
there was a coat of brown, For every man of Uncle Sam was
fighting in a trench, Between each shell, they learned quite
well to speak a little French. When Yankee Doodle gets back
to Paree, He'll break a million hearts take it from me.
When Yankee Doodle learns to Parlez vous Francais
Parlez vous Francais, in the proper way, He will call
each girlie "Ma Cherie", To every Miss that wants a kiss
he'll saw Wee, Wee On Ze Be, On Ze Bou, On Ze Boule,
Boulevard, With a girl, with a curl, you can see him
promenade When Yankee Doodle learns to Parlez vous
Francais, "Oo La La, Sweet Papa" he will teach them all
to say. |
