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lyrics
Salut, je m'appelle Jean Pierre
You'll recognise me from Paris as if you've gone there
Tanned skin, dark brown not blond hair
I make the ladies tremble like I was a bomb scare
Cigarette between lips
Take a hit then a white wine sip
I wear speedos when I take a dip
And I eat French fries not chips
Rolling around sur ma bicyclette
With a garland of garlic around my neck
Pullover patterned with stripes - not spotted and not chequed
Never have a different hat: a beret's a safe bet
I hate your guts
Never make me rush
I've got a lazy strut
To make the ladies blush
I hate your guts
Never make me rush
I've got a lazy strut
To make the ladies blush
[Kiss kiss]
Always kiss both cheeks
Go on holiday for 16 weeks
I make sounds when I speak
Like: Uhhhhhh… je ne sais pas
Everybody in the audience
Play on your accordions
Everybody in the audience
Play on your accordions
Now
Everybody dance
Everybody let's dance let's dance
[Comme quoi?]
Like a man from France
Like a man from France
[Stereotypical]
Everybody in the audience
Play on your accordions
Everybody in the audience
Now
Everybody dance
Everybody let's dance let's dance
[Comme quoi?]
Like a man from France
Like a man from France
[Stereotypical]
My moustache is paper thin
Never have a bare head a beret's the thing
As I lean upon the bar with a lazy grin
Sippin' on a white wine it's my favourite drink
D'accord
[Kiss kiss]
Always kiss both cheeks
Go on holiday for 16 weeks
I make sounds when I speak
Like: 'Uhhhhhh… au revoir.'