A Hoosier in Paris

©2002 Andrew Calhoun, recorded on Shadow of a Wing

I'd thrown my girlfriend out so I could have some writing time. Had to justify, and couldn't come up with a good song, so I wrote this one.

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 the 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 restaurant, 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 Gallic phallic symbol, she will always wave bonjour