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Musical: Bright Lights, Big City
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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 Back to main page: Bright Lights, Big City Lyrics
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