Josephine Baker - Sailor

Well, it’s Paris again, but this time it’s fall

Misty and cool, but alive

I’ve been to the sights from the Louvre to Pigalle

Just waiting for night to arrive

For all the papers and posters I’ve seen

They talk of nothing else but Josephine

Down at the Folies Bergere — that lustrous haven

Come, come and see Josephine Baker

Oh, long live Josephine

She stunned the world at the Folies Bergere

Soft lights, they shine all night

Down on Josephine

She fills the guys with thrills and sensual delight

Night after night, I’m back in the stalls

Spending my francs like a fool

The box office girl knows me by my first name

And winks at me, just to be cruel

But everytime that curtain goes up

To see those legs and her feather fan just drop

Down from her thighs to the floor — oh boy

Come, come and see Josephine Baker

Oh, long live Josephine

She stunned the world at the Folies Bergere

Soft lights, they shine all night

Down on Josephine

She fills the guys with thrills and sensual delight