Lyrics:
Only for Americans
The Frenchmen on the boulevards
Don't buy those dirty postal cards
They're only for Americans
The little holes for peeping through
Meet me down on Frenchmen Street
That's the place where the cool kids meet
And it's been way too long
Since we've been to New Orleans
So meet me down
at Hazleholm with
The halters on their heids
All set this night up on your life
If the wind and water speed
Smugglers drink on the Frenchmen's wine
There's a hundred thousand Frenchmen in New Orleans
In New Orleans there are Frenchmen everywhere
But your house could fall down
Your baby could
On each all the way
I love the spirit
In this city of mine
The music on Frenchmen
All the places to dine
Give me that culture
Like a carefully aged wine
I
where the Frenchmen go
Dans le bistro
Dans le bistro
Down by the water
In the Saints-Pères café
See them talking in the corner
With their hands they will
you'll never be lonely
Go were the Frenchmen go
Dans le bistro
Dans le bistro
Down by the water
In the Saints-Pères café
See them talking in
Street
Welcome to the new Orléans
My heart is beating for dreams rolling in the Frenchmen Street
Welcome to the Bourbon street
I am a Parisian guy walking
the natives in Green Bay
To come and watch the Frenchmen shoot their guns and have their say
Who can own the land? Who can own a man?
A tribe, a king,
Squat some shotgun off Frenchmen
I know you weren't never my own
I still hoped you'd be mine again
It's chilly sleeping in this graveyard, but it beats
I came to Frenchmen's aid in their time of need
Cause I'm the maid of Orleans, You're the Mardi Gras beads, honey
My father taught me things your
and let the
Fuckin' chopper cut your cabbage up
Indigenous weapons sour lemon scented
Salutations from the kitchen gave
By seven Frenchmen
We make
France,
Believe it or not,
Frenchmen all
prefer what they call
"Le Jazz Hot."
Take a plane
Go to Siam,
In Bangkok
Today, 'round the clock,
They
France,
Believe it or not,
Frenchmen all
prefer what they call
"Le Jazz Hot."
Take a plane
Go to Siam,
In Bangkok
Today, 'round the clock,
They
France,
Believe it or not,
Frenchmen all
prefer what they call
"Le Jazz Hot."
Take a plane
Go to Siam,
In Bangkok
Today, 'round the clock,
They
flat with fifty million Frenchmen taggin' behind
With Harlem on my mind
the Mau Maus underneath the jungle sky
Jolly Mau Maus, eating missionary pie
Frenchmen eat a lot of bouillabaisse there
Dutchmen eat a sauce called
be married, they just wanna be friends
While all the happy married couples sit and fight
We'll be still going strong
And fifty million Frenchmen say
just decreed.
Village chorus:
Raise the ram, sing this song,
here we come at fifty strong.
If fifty frenchmen can be wrong,
let's kill the beast!
France,
Believe it or not,
Frenchmen all
prefer what they call
"Le Jazz Hot."
Take a plane
Go to Siam,
In Bangkok
Today, 'round the clock,
They
When Frederick the Great was at Potsdam
The French introduced the gavotte
But Fred warned his henchmen
'Twas all right for Frenchmen
But Germans? Oh,
the Pelicans and the Saints play
The eagle land on Frenchmen
And the sparrow land on Sunday (I know he watching over me)
When Pop Pop wouldn't give me ends
Inhale bones Tony stuck, for the diamond in Rome
He's convincin', labelled one man rap convention
The nigga that'll gun down, eighty Frenchmen
Lead
And how many times she whispers my name.
Love is the weakness that we need to make us strong
How can a hundred million Frenchmen all be wrong?
And I'm
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