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No. 26 - Song - Mrs. Bang and Chorus
| Mrs. Bang: | Although I'm British born I do not look with scorn On foreigners as such; Whenever I've a chance To take a trip to France, I like it very much! It's only just a step By Calais and Dieppe; You start and there you are, You dine and take the air And perhaps a petit verre, All along the Boulevard! Voici! Voila! Oh, my! Je suis très chic! Les Messieurs say to me I am La belle Anglaise. C'est bon! très bon! They are extrêmement thick! Voulez vous kissy Ma'moiselle Missy? Oh, go on! |
| Chorus: | Voici! Voila! Oh, my! Je suis très chic! Les Messieurs say to me I am La belle Anglaise. C'est bon! très bon! They are extrêmement thick! Voulez vous kissy Ma'moiselle Missy? Oh, go on! |
| Mrs. Bang: | I mean to buy the stocks Of Paris hats and frocks And make my husband pay. I'll get an evening gown That looks just coming down It's so decolletée! I'll be a dream of joy In purple poult de soie With orange chiffon frills When I go out to dance, As the fashion is in France, At the Moulin Rouge quadrilles! Voici! Voila! That is du dernier chic! The ladies who perform Must get extrêmement warm. C'est beau, they go With un grand coup de kick, Toeing and heeling Tout près du ceiling, Oh, climb down! |
| Chorus: | Voici! Voila! That is du dernier chic! The ladies who perform Must get extrêmement warm. C'est beau, they go With un grand coup de kick, Toeing and heeling Tout près du ceiling, Oh, climb down! |
| Mrs. Bang: | But since New York, they tell, Has taken back her Belle, Perhaps it would be wise If I should go some day To show the U. S. A. The Belle of Brixton Rise! My baggage I'd express And take the cars, I guess, Upon the depôt track. And though I'm married, yet, A Divorce is cheap, you bet! And I guess I shan't come back! I want to know, Do tell, and is that so? I'll go up town for sure, Ice cream and chewing gum. Gee-hosh! Gee-whiz! I want just all there is-- Caramel candy, Blackberry brandy, Oh, go on! |
| Chorus: | I want to know, Do tell, and is that so? I'll go up town for sure, Ice cream and chewing gum. Gee-hosh! Gee-whiz! I want just all there is-- Caramel candy, Blackberry brandy, Oh, go on! |
| Mrs. Bang: | I've had no chance to see The land of Italy, Except just passing through; But if I stayed at Rome I should be quite at home, And do as Romans do! An Ice-cream-barrow man Taught me Italian Until I got it pat. So, when Italian men Will come round me, now and then, Why I know just what they're at. Funicula, I'm la bellissima! The young Signori say: e'impossibile! They're gone, quite gone! They call out "Eccola!" Un-poco forte, Ah, che la morte! Oh, go on! |
| Chorus: | Funicula, I'm la bellissima! The young Signori say: e'impossibile! They're gone, quite gone! They call out "Eccola!" Un-poco forte, Ah, che la morte! Oh, go on! |
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Page modified 23 January 2017