Album: Bright Lights, Big City Soundtrack

I Hate the French

Jamie:
Depardieu’s a restaurant critic
He hasn’t left Paris in years
He spends his days in cafes and cabarets
Driving me to tears
His spelling’s completely atrocious
His turn of phrase absurd
He thinks he’s pretty precocious
But his shit is full of merde
I hate the French
I hate them all
From Toulouse Le Fucking Trek
To Charles de Gaulle
I can’t stand the way they put that little thing above the ‘e’
I hate the French
I hate the French
I hate the French
I hate the French
I hate the French
I hate the French
I hate the French
Bonjour, Monsieur Depardieu
Vous too, Monsieur Depardieu
You’re making my life a misery too
So may I say something entre new?
Go to hell Jacques Brell, the Eiffel Tower too

Secretary:
Jamie, Jacques Brell is Belgian

Jamie:
I hate the French

Secretary:
He hates the French
Jamie:
They’re beau gele
Their cheese, their Paris breeze

Secretary:
Their gay parades

Jamie:
Pierre Cardin, your concaven
Has got a lousy stench
I hate the French

Secretary:
He hates the French

Jamie:
I hate the French

Secretary:
He hates the French

Jamie:
I hate the French

Secretary:
I hate the French

Both:
We hate the French

Jamie:
They say that they have savoir faire
But I can’t see it anywhere
The world thinks jejune petit
Moi aussi
I hate the French
That’s the deal

Secretary:
Though I do agree with wine at every meal

Jamie:
But apart from that, I have to say
I’ve never met a French, mench
I rest my case
I take the bench
I hate the French

Secretary:
Jamie, it’s your brother calling again