I Don't Speak French - Dick Valentine

I met a girl named Gabrielle

She was dressed in black and young as hell

She took me to her domicile

Invited me to stay a while

She fed me breakfast and fed me wine

And later on we took the time

To explore each other’s areas

Run into a language barrier

It can be so frustrating

The way we insist on communicating

But I do not parlez-vous you

But somehow I’ve gotten on a good time

Oh!

I don’t speak French

But there’s only one thing on her mind.

Oh I.

Voulez-vous mon ami

Bonsoir, baby

Is all I know how to say right now

But you can bet I’m learning how

'Cos where I’m from the thing to do

Is to paint yourself red, white and blue

How about you?

Can you say you do the same thing too?

I’m just your average yankee

Trapped in a world of French hanky-panky

But I do not parlez-vous you

But I’ve got a shit load of Euros

Oh I!

I don’t speak French

But that doesn’t matter to French girls.

Oh I. Come on!

There’s a plane on the ground at JFK

For me it waits

To carry me away to you

The things we did

The things we didn’t do

Oh Gabrielle

I learnt so much from you

You taught me how to surrender

Instinctual behaviour from a time you don’t remember

But thank God the allies crushed the Nazis on the 6th of November

But somehow I’ve gotten on a good time

Oh I!

I don’t speak French

But there’s only one thing on her mind.

Oh yeah!

I don’t speak French

But that doesn’t matter to French girls

Oh I!

I don’t speak French

'Cos it’s useless most places in the world.