A Hoosier in Paris
©2002 Andrew Calhoun, recorded on Shadow of a Wing
Well, she didn't speak much English, and I, not much Francaise,
So I used a little Yankee know-how, for to conquer her malaise;
She learned the word for Gemini, I told her, I's a Pisces,
And I strolled with this sweet June Filly on down through the Champs Elysees.
Now if you've ever been to Paris, you know it's called Paree,
It ain't that they don't say the "S", they say it silently;
Or so explained this jolly blonde, to this enchanted guy,
I's head over heels like old King Louis in the palace at Ver-sails.
We moseyed through Montmarter, and other noted sights,
We stopped into a little bistro there, and I ordered pommes frites;
And I spoke of Jean-Paul Sarter, but I couldn't seem to move her,
And I felt us start to drift apart as we wandered through the Louver.
Well, I left this belle dame sans merci in Paris town last week,
I got tired of tipping some poor fool everytime I took a leak;
Here she stand in this color slide, atop the Eiffel Tower,
From that famous Gallic symbol, she will always wave bonjour.