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No. 23 - Song - Rosalie and Chorus - "The Cordial Understanding"
| Rosalie: | Here we are you see, In our dear Paris; All is love and laughter, Lots of wine and wit, No one cares a bit What is coming after: On the Boulevard, (Oh, la, la, la, la!) I met such a fellow; English I could guess, Knew him by his dress And his big moustache so yellow! He gave me such a kiss! I said, "Sir, what is this?" So come to France, When you've the chance; You'll feel so gay when you are landing. Each girl you meet You'll find so sweet, There is a cordial understanding! |
| Chorus: | So come to France, When you've the chance; You'll feel so gay when you are landing. Each girl you meet You'll find so sweet, There is a cordial understanding! |
| Rosalie: | Off we gaily fly, Englishman and I, Hand in hand together, It's so nice, you know, Roaming to and fro, In the sunny weather! Oh, he was so pert, Called me "Little flirt!" Said "Why do you tease, eh?" Then we heard a crowd Shouting out so loud In the dear old Champs Elysées! He held me, oh, so tight. I said, "What is the sight?" So come to France, When you've the chance; You'll feel so gay when you are landing. Each girl you meet You'll find so sweet, There is a cordial understanding! |
| Chorus: | So come to France, When you've the chance; You'll feel so gay when you are landing. Each girl you meet You'll find so sweet, There is a cordial understanding! |
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Page modified 3 November 2016