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Lyrics for Only For Americans by Irving Berlin:
| | | Artist: | Irving Berlin |
| | Album: | Miss Liberty (1949 | | Track: | Only For Americans | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 69 | | | | Lyrics: | Horace:] Countess, you're my pal. Hey, we gotta celebrate
[Countess:] What?
[Horace:]
Yeah, first to Montmartre, then the Moulin Rouge, the Folies
Bergere!
[Countess:] Not at
all....
[Horace:] Not Montmartre?
[Countess:] No.
[Horace:] Not the Moulin
Rouge?
[Countess:] No.
[Horace:] Not the Folies Bergere?!
[Countess:] No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no. They are
Only for Americans
The midnight life of gay Paree
The
Frenchman he would never see
That's only for Americans
The prices in the smart
cafe
The Frenchman he would never pay
The price that's more is only for
Americans
from the U.S.A.
A Montmartre lady drops her hanky
And slyly winks her
eye
That's only for the Yankee
The Frenchman wouldn't buy
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
To see what naughty people
do
The French would bore, they're only for
Americans from the
U.S.A.
[2]
Only for Americans
The shops with many real antiques
Antiques
as old as seven weeks
Are only for Americans
The bed on which a king made love
Which
there are several dozens of
The French pooh pooh, we sell them to
Americans from the
U.S.A.
We buy your worn out mink and sables
And fix them up like new
Then
simply change the labels
And sell them back to you
Only for Americans
A
Frenchman wouldn't be impressed
To see a show with girls undressed
That's only for
Americans
The French don't go to naked shows
They've seen what's underneath the
clothes
And each encore is only for
Americans from the U.S.A.
[3]
Only for
Americans
A Frenchman's food is very plain
Those fancy sauces with ptomaine
Are only
for Americans
A Frenchman seldom eats the snails
With little ulcers on their
tails
And all that cheese was made to please
Americans from the U.S.A.
While
the American carouses
Where crimson shadows creep
The French avoid those houses
They
go to bed to sleep
Only for Americans
The season starts, they come to town
They
turn the city upside down
We use their Yankee Doodle dough
To clean up Paris when they
go
But we can't do without them
We're simply mad about them
The
Americans
The Americans
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