Song Description

About how you always hear about Paris and not about all the other wonderful things in the rest of Framce.

Lyrics

IT?S ALWAYS PAREE

It?s always Paree, c?est toujours Paris
It?s always Les Champs Elysées
The singers all sing of lovers in spring
Who stroll on la Rue De La Paix
The wicked Montmartre, La Fête Des Beaux Arts
Are things tourists feel they should see
They just won?t give a chance
To the rest of belle France
And it?s always but always Paree

Let me gaze at the Rhone or the sea at Toulon
I?m so tired of watching the Seine
Understanding a Basque is a difficult task
But it?s worse understanding les Americains
What chapeau can compare with Les Coiffes Finistère
What cathedral with Mont St. Michel
You may keep Place Pigalle, I?ll take pigs Provençal
Give me Tours, ancient Tours,
Not the grand Tour Eiffel

C?est Paris, c?est toujours Paris
C?est toujours Les Champs Elysées
Les chanteurs tous chantent d?amour au printemps
On trouve dans la Rue De La Paix
Montmartre méchante, La Fête Des Beaux Arts
Me feraient mourir d?ennui
On ne donne pas une chance au reste de la France
C?est toujours mais toujours Paris

Ah that French bouillabasse
In the south they grow fraises
In the north they make crêpes magnifiques
Perigord has foie gras, in Bayonne, chocolat
I?m so full of my country I hardly can speak
Wash it down with rosé or a fine beaujolais
Or some cognac that warms like a kiss
And for those who don?t care
There?s still vin ordinaire
I?m becoming quite dizzy just talking like this

It?s always Paree, c?est toujours Paris
It?s always Les Champs Elysées
The singers all sing of lovers in spring
Who stroll on la Rue De La Paix
The wicked Montmartre, la Fête Des Beaux Arts
Are things tourists feel they must see
They just won?t give a chance
To the rest of belle France
And it?s always Paree
It?s always Paree
C?est toujours mais toujours Paris

copyright 2001 Robert Arthur (ASCAP)