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AN EVENING AT THE MUSIC HALL

AN EVENING AT THE MUSIC HALL

We're going to make some noise!

It's going to be so much fun!

A blaze of happiness

In every color

To warm your hearts

And into that blaze You can throw all your cares

We're going to make some noise!

It's going to be so much fun!

It's going to be a bonanza Of charm and high spirits

Get ready! It's going to be loud!

It's going to be loud!

It's going to be so much fun!

A blaze of happiness, in every color

To warm your hearts

And into that blaze

You can throw all your cares

It's going to be loud!

It's going to be so much fun!

A bonanza of charm and high spirits!

Get ready! It's going to be loud!

Hurry up I said hurry up

The races are about to start

Pick the winner

Quick, place a bet

It'll be exciting It'll be thrilling

It's going to be raining millions!

Everyone in Paris

Is buying lottery tickets

Be quick

The races are about to begin

Everyone in Paris

Is buying lottery tickets

Be quick

The races are about to begin

Now, to take part in the Paris races,

I need four handsome riders. The most handsome.

Ah, hello darling.

Come on, baby.

Come on. Here we go. He's not bad looking, is he?

OK, stay here. Don't move.

A fine English sailor. Hello.

Long live England. How are you?

And a Frenchman, too.

Yes, sir. Ah, a civilian at last.

There we go. Now, gentlemen.

choose your stablehands.

No, not me.

Over there.

Now, mount your horses.

Ready?

One, two, three, go!

Go! Faster!

Go, go, go!

Here's our winner!

What do you want? Did you get the wrong barracks?

Shut the door.

My God!

What's going on?

What is this?

What did he say?

You took his money.

Are you crazy? You're not in Chicago here.

You brute!

He's gone crazy!

What's wrong with you?

Stop it!

-What's this, a stagecoach attack? -No, it's this gentleman.

Oh, really?

Let Max take care of him, Claudie. He'll flatten him.

What's going on in here? Are you fighting?

He says Claudie took it.

He just won't understand.

Silence!

Get yourself cleaned up. And you girls get ready.

I'll talk to him.

-Do you speak English? -Not a word.

-Thanks. -Yes.

Good night.

Thanks.

-Isn't this nice? -Wonderful.

Beautiful flowers, for a beautiful girl?

Thanks.

The two of us...

-Let's get some fresh air. -OK.

-Wonderful. -Yes, isn't it magnique?

Ma-gni-fi-que.

Ma-gni-fi-que.

The lights look just like diamonds.

-I don't understand. -You don't understand diamonds?

They're little things that sparkle

and that make ladies so happy.

They look like this.

Married? No, no.

My mère gave me this ring.

-Your "mère"? -Yes, my mère.

-Oh, you have a baby? -No, I don't have a baby.

My mother gave me this ring.

It's wonderful how well we understand each other.

I dance, like this.

Yes, like that.

Yes.

Who's the big star?

Ah, you like Paris.

You like Paris.

I need to learn English. I can't understand a word.

What is it?

Where is he taking me?

What's going on?

OK, I get it!

Who is this moron? Waking people up with his nonsense!

What did he say?

He says you made him love France.

I couldn't care less. I'm Dutch.

Is this it?

Good night, then.

Ah, you're leaving.

I see.

Good bye.

-Wonderful. -What about you?

Bob?

Bob Wellington. I'll never remember that.

Thanks.

Good bye.

No, the metro's open.

It's five o'clock. The sun's coming up.

Good bye.

Love, always love.

My dear son,

we can't give your friend Bob a chance on our stage.

As you know, we take on well-known stars only.

But I could hire him as a cashier

and as the great Ziegfield used to say,

"Stars pass by, cashiers remain."

I am, you are, he is, she is

Speaking French is easy!

Good evening, good day Always love

That's all Thanks a lot

When I wish for something

And I can't find the words to say

I say, Mademoiselle It's like this, it's like that

And everyone understands

Why speak French, English?

The sun is shining up above

OK, that's great, like that

Cause I'm so in love

Yes, I'm in love

Love is always love

-B sharp or B flat? -Flat!

Thank you!

Love is always love

Always and yet forever

Always love

Love

No, no, no. This isn't for me.

This is a song for a man, isn't it?

Which idiot wrote this?

I did.

-You're happy to be back in work. -You bet.

You speak much better now.

I told you, I was born in Texas,

but my father was from Belleville.

-Which street? -Rue de Belleville.

Oh, that's nice.

-And your friends? -They're back in America.

No more playing soldiers in Frankfurt.

I'm back to the serious stuff.

-Ah. "Pépé's Pipe." -What's that?

It's not one of mine. Mambo. Let's do it.

Pépé's pipe, Pépé's pipe

Papa's!

Pépé's pipe, Papa's pipe

Panpan's papou

-It's too intellectual. -Yes, it's a bit abstract.

"The Guitarist." That's a monument.

Sing that and you feel a lift under your feet.

-Your what? -Your feet.

The guitarist has assassin's hands

That's one for me.

The guitarist has assassin's hands

They feel so soft

When he holds me in his arms

-I am. -You are.

-You are. -I am.

-She is. -She is.

-Me? -She is. It is.

-Who? -It is.

It is.

It is.

Be nice. We can't talk without you.

OK, carry on.

Tell him it's strange but true.

-Beaujolais? -Go ahead.

I already loved Bob when I was a kid.

Impossible.

I need to explain.

I found girls' magazines boring.

I read the boys' stuff.

Superman, Brave Hearts, Intrepid,

stories with lots of fights.

They scared me, but I liked that.

Wait a minute.

Iron-Arm Luke was my favorite. He was amazing.

He could kill a guy with a look.

And that Iron-Arm Luke, my idol, was just like Bob.

He looks just like him.

Wait a minute.

I spent my whole childhood watching Bob

killing bandits, rescuing young girls

and breaking pumas over his knee.

My love for him dates way back.

Wait! Carry on.

Translate.

All that? We'd still be here tomorrow.

Well...

"She loves you"? It was more than that.

I summarized. She loves you.

"I feel so small in your arms.

"Your hand in my hand. What joy. Everything is well, Marquise."

Yawn. Sleep. Good bye, I'm going to bed.

You're my lucky charm.

You go to my head like champagne.

I'm so happy, I could walk on the ceiling.

Other people's sweet-talk can sound so stupid.

Soon, he'll be telling me himself.

He's going to start work in Montmartre's cabarets.

He'll learn French fast.

You don't need a translator for this.

He'll learn French fast, while he's singing in cabarets.

Give me a scotch.

Hi, Bob.

I hear your Brazilian joint isn't doing so well.

It's all over. They're opening a bakery.

What a crummy joint.

If my life was starting again

If my past became the future

If I had to choose

The same destiny, the same path

Never, knowing what I know

Would I relive those bad memories

If I had to choose

I'd never start life

Over again

I love everything about life I'm the most relaxed of men

My only desire Is to enjoy life as much as I can

I like winter and summer alike I'm easy to satisfy

But I don't like it When people tread on my...

Here's the print.

No, that's too red.

It's not the storming of the Bastille.

Give me a more frivolous pink. You know what I mean?

What are you waiting for?

I say that feet Were made for dancing

To move with a girl When she's in full swing

For strolling down the street Or running to the betting shop

There's no reason to tread on mine

And as such, I see no reason why

This foot here should suddenly...

-What's that? -Lucrezia Borgia's costume.

-Is that it? -Yes.

Not bad.

Very good.

OK, I'm listening.

And as such, I see no reason why

This foot here should suddenly...

Madame Huguette!

This isn't enough.

Put some feathers in her hair.

-OK. -Off you go.

I love everything about life I'm the calmest of...

Young man!

Wait, that's the boss. This is a good sign. Go!

Young man! Young man!

Young man!

Come to my office to sign a contract.

What's your name?

Worthington?

That's very nice, but find a French name.

They're easier to remember.

How about that? You see.

Wonderful, Bob!

They said to change your name.

Dupont? Durand?

-Dubois? -Du Shnock!

Isn't that nice?

Hardy, with a 'y'.

Doesn't that have a ring?

Bob Hardy. Not bad. Not bad at all.

Bob Hardy!

And now "The Grape Harvest in the Village."

In the last fine days All the lovers

Are out among the vines With a glad heart

Picking the golden grapes One by one

And stealing kisses

The sun is always aged 20

The mellow wine Goes to the lovers' heads

And far from the houses

The boys and girls Sing the same songs

It's so nice to dance In the scented air

In the light, country breeze

Enjoying the wine of love

And the last fine days

-Did you see me? -Yes, I did.

That was nothing.

The next number is "Winter Sports." It'll be great.

I think you're better than this.

Well, I'm really happy.

We're working together. That's the main thing.

You'll see, one day, you'll get a big number yourself.

I'm sure of it.

...rises to the lovers' heads

And far from the houses

The boys and girls

Sing the same songs

It's so nice to dance In the scented air

Mr. Roger! I need to have a word.

One won't be enough.

-How are you, Claudie? -Fine, thanks.

-Are you on good form? -Yes, why?

Barbara didn't come.

I knew it, from the first time I saw her.

Who can play her part?

-You're sure she's not here? -Yes.

I called and her mother said she was off for the weekend.

What can we do?

Claudie.

-Can Claudie do it? -For sure.

-Claudie! -Yes?

Come on.

Come on!

Come on.

-Can you cover Barbara? -Yes! I No. I mean I don't know.

Hey, dresser! Get her ready.

Winter sports! It's so much fun to slide

Winter sports! On the icy slopes

Amid that white dream Men are like children

But when the evening comes We'll meet up at the bar

With the dancing tanned ladies

Winter sports! It's so nice by the fire

Winter sports! Especially with a friend

The white village Sleeps under the silver sky

People's hearts are drunk On sun and joy

Love reigns free!

That went well.

So, do I keep the part?

-We'll see, we'll see. -Yes, we'll see.

Isn't that great for her?

It's nothing, compared to what's coming.

-What? -Roland's sofa.

BOB HARDY IS HEREBY FIRED FOR HITTING A COLLEAGUE ON STAGE

You'll see, provincial tours are wonderful.

Anjou, Burgundy, Beaujolais, Macon. A whole cellar-full!

This is going to be so much fun

A blaze of happiness, in every color

To warm your hearts

And into that blaze

You can throw all your cares

It's going to be loud!

It's going to be so much fun!

A bonanza of charm and high spirits

Get ready! It's going to be loud!

I can't wait, I'm on next.

Hello? Hello?

Hello? Hello?

He plays well.

I love everything about life I'm the calmest of men

My only desire Is to enjoy life as much as I can

I like winter and summer alike I'm easy to satisfy

But I don't like it When people tread on my feet

I say that feet Were made for dancing

To move with a girl When she's in full swing

For strolling down the street Or running to the betting shop

There's no reason to tread on mine

And as such, I see no reason why

-These feet here... -Hello?

May I be so bold as to ask...

Performing artists may not be disturbed.

I respect my neighbors'

So there's no reason To tread on mine

I tell you, Mademoiselle, he's sick. Yes, he's sick - very sick.

Then I'll try for you.

Hello, yes? Who?

She'll be free in a minute.

Claudie! Telephone. It's your man.

Claudie!

Suzy Morgan is in the audience. Make an announcement.

She's a star. You know what to say.

-Ask him to wait. -Be quick.

Ladies and gentlemen, it is a pleasure tonight to welcome

a great artist,

the lady that people call the Empress of Music Hall.

Hello, darling? Is that you, my love?

"My darling, my love"? No, Mademoiselle, he's singing.

Small, large or medium

I respect my neighbors'

So there's no reason To tread on my mine

So there's no reason To tread on mine

Yes, is that applause for him?

Roger! Roger, listen! Listen to that success!

That's for Bob.

Hello? Hello?

You're on!

Tell him to wait for me.

This wasn't easy.

Leave it.

No, it's Roger, you fool.

Get a move on. She's on stage, right now.

Tell me, is that applause for her?

Listen to this. Enjoy it.

Hello? Hello, are you still there?

Yes. I'm so happy.

Hello? Yes, yes, darling.

We can be together for eight hours.

Ma-gni-fique.

Ma-gni-fique.

Yes, darling, yes.

I'll tell you, I'm sick of these little villages...

We'll do the big casinos and beaches...

Yes, darling, we can see each other once a week.

-I'm thinking about you. -Come on.

Of course I miss you.

You'll miss your act.

I love you darling! See you on Tuesday!

Yes, yes, he loves you.

I am, you are, he is, she is

Speaking French is easy

Good evening, good morning Always, love

That's it Thanks a lot

When I wish for something

And I can't find the words to say

I said, Mademoiselle It's like this, it's like that

And everyone understood

Why speak French or English?

The sun is shining up above

OK, that's good, it's fine like that

Means that I'm in love

Hey, send the bottle down. I'll serve myself.

Serve the man, Claudie.

Claudie?

-Is your name Claudie? -Yes, sir.

I can't allow that.

-You're not entitled to it. -OK, sir.

Go on, scram.

There's only one Claudie.

I remember the first evening.

Paris was asleep

but her eyes sparkled

with every light on the Champs-Élysées.

It was wonderful.

Ah, Claudie...

Claudie... is right here.

And I'm... over here.

Further.

Everything I love is far away.

Paris

Bohemian Paris

To whom do you say

I love you?

To the wealthy, to crooks Or to ghosts?

What price, your smile?

What price

For such luck to begin?

But one day, Paris

In the sixth arrondissement

Who knows

You will tell me

Do you see this city

Awakening below?

Now, you may take your chance

In your arms

Because you love her

She is yours

Good evening, Claudie. I'm far away,

but I'm thinking of you. Goodnight, baby.

Nothing for us?

-Not yet, but I'm thinking of you. -The Casino girls are working.

Everyone on stage, fast.

You're quite charming.

-Excuse me, Mr. Loiselet. -OK, OK.

-It's mean to keep me from working. -It's coming.

Here, the key.

She's gorgeous.

Who is she?

Just a little dancer.

Would she eat with me, if I invited her?

-Definitely not, she's married. -To whom?

-A singer, who's on tour. -So he's never here.

Nothing doing. She only thinks about work.

Really? Call her over.

-Claudie! -Yes?

-Nice legs. -From the front, yes.

Mr. Philippe Loiselet.

-Hello. -I'm interested in you.

-Do you have any photos? -Yes.

I'd like to see them.

Call me, at my office, as soon as you can.

Thanks.

Good luck.

We're on soon.

-What does that guy do? -Movies.

I'm a diamond eater

Diamonds are my food

They suit my nature

I like their feel, between my teeth

Their sparkle Drives me out of my mind

I don't hold back for a second

I pounce on my prey

I'm a diamond eater

An elegant duchess Known in the Faubourg Saint-Germain

Cousin of a princess With kings as her cousins

Was given the biggest diamonds By a prince from Annam

They covered her hands and fingers She didn't know what to do with them

But as for me...

I'm a diamond eater

I can't manage without that vitamin

Without diamonds, my health suffers

I like their feel, between my teeth

To retain my iron constitution

I don't hold back for a second

I know what to do with those carats

I'm a diamond eater

Their sparkle Drives me out of my mind

I don't hold back for a second

I pounce on my prey

I'm a diamond eater

You said you'd call.

I had rehearsals every day.

-Here are the photos. -Thanks.

I have a charming part for you, an elegant little lady from Paris.

We'll choose the finest dresses.

She lives in the most luxurious surroundings.

She has beautiful jewelry.

I've never been on camera.

So much the better. You'll be more spontaneous.

Will I have to talk?

Oh, very little.

You know in the language of moving images,

nothing is purely substantive.

The image becomes word.

And words become images.

-Do you see what I mean? -Yes, of course.

To your success.

So, is this where you live?

-Yes, in the sixth. -Paris is at your feet.

And quite right, too.

Be good.

Ah, I was forgetting!

I need to make an urgent telephone call.

And everything's closed now.

Could I call from your place?

If you like.

-Good evening, Madame Claudie. -Good evening, Gaston.

-The telephone is there. -Ah, is it? Perfect.

-Good evening. -Good evening.

-Madame Claudie! -Yes?

There's a letter from Mr. Bob, with a nice stamp from Alexandria.

-I'll keep it for you. -Thanks.

It's 22 minutes and 30 seconds past 3 o'clock.

It's 22 minutes and 30 seconds past 3 o'clock.

Not that.

Not that.

Not that.

Not that.

There they are! The world's most beautiful diamonds.

Diamond stockings, to make your legs sing.

Available in all good stores.

DIAMOND STOCKINGS

Hôtel Bosquets, Rue Caulaincourt.

Oh, Mr. Bob! What a surprise.

-How are you, Gaston? -Good. You?

That's not my key.

It is. You're in the balcony apartment now.

-Madame Claude changed two weeks ago. -I see.

-Is everything OK? -Just fine, Mr. Bob.

FOR CLAUDIE FROM HER FRIEND PHILIPPE

DIAMOND STOCKINGS

Bob, my darling!

My darling, I'm so happy.

-Who's that? -Mr. Philippe Loiselet.

Loiselet Advertising. Haven't you heard of it?

You know, the posters in the subway.

In the programs.

You know them.

Why didn't you call? I'd have come to fetch you.

I went out early this evening.

You didn't write me that you'd changed rooms.

I wanted to surprise you.

Where did you get the money for a surprise?

Mr. Loiselet liked me as soon as he saw me.

The photos and Diamond stocking ads paid well.

Right.

I believe in myself now, thanks to him.

So, he liked you.

He understands artists so well. You'll see.

Darling, you shouldn't have. It's beautiful.

It's not much,

compared to what your friend gave you.

He didn't give me anything.

I did an ad for the furriers' union

and they gave me a discount.

And are you making films for the florists' union?

Bob, I can't stop him from sending me flowers.

You've got all the answers.

Tell me, why was he so awkward when he saw me?

Why did he run off?

It's because I walked in on you both.

Oh, come on, I have to be nice to him.

If you think I like going to bed at 2:30 a.m.

when I've got a 7 a.m. shoot, you're wrong.

And I was doing it for you, in a way.

-For me? -Yes, for you.

I don't want you to go away.

I'm fed up with your crummy tours.

-My crummy tours? -Yes, I mean...

They're no worse than your bit parts.

My crummy tours!

I'm doing two numbers and a ballet in the next review.

Thanks to Philippe? Or was that someone else?

What can I tell you?

You're jealous of my success, not of Philippe Loiselet.

People are noticing my talent!

You've got talent? Is this your talent?

Your talent is a little too much on display.

Go, Suzy! You're on!

Move forward a bit.

A bit more.

Move your body.

Lean backward.

Good, that's nice.

Move your leg now.

Keep in time with the rhythm. Follow the music.

That's perfect.

Hey!

-How are you? -On top form.

I wanted to see Claudie.

It's a bit awkward. We had a stupid argument.

We need to cut this number!

-Why? -Because it's really bad.

Claudie's best number was cut,

because it was too good.

No, no, no, no, no! This is flabby!

-What do you mean? -It's just flabby.

It lacks... It lacks what I like.

He can't hold me.

But you're a great artist! Listen to me.

We're only rehearsing.

-He needs to rehearse. -He'll never learn!

He looked as fine as Apollo to me.

Apollo! That's good! He looked totally indifferent.

This isn't the time.

Claudie will get her part back.

Take it easy, please.

-You know me, Roger. -Exactly.

You can achieve anything, with the soft touch.

Help!

Get this madman away from me! Help! Help! Help!

He's going to kill me! Call the police!

Get him out of my dressing room! He dared to threaten me!

He's killed two of them! Send in more!

This should be so easy. Go on!

-Why don't you go? -Are you done yet?

My jewels!

He hit me!

Help me up.

That's the kind of support I need. He's the man!

I need a real man, like that.

If you were nicer to Philippe Loiselet,

he could make us both stars at the Casino.

You know, I'd never leave you on your own.

But you keep pushing him away.

I love Bob. I don't look at other men.

You don't look at other men. That's friendship for you!

He's a distinguished gentleman.

-He must have nice bathrobes. -Claudie!

And that's not an act.

They really mean it.

Claudie.

I came to see you.

I saw.

-Let me explain. -You don't need to explain anything.

I called you crummy. I was wrong.

You're much cleverer than I thought.

Here's the champion!

The expert.

Now that you've got the star -

I mean the headline - don't forget your friends.

Don't worry.

A Martini.

I've seen wimps and fools before,

but you take the biscuit.

I always knew you were a winner, Bob.

-I really did. -Thanks.

Shall we sit down?

-You're free now. -No, I'm in a rush.

You know, it'd be nice to have dinner at my place, one evening.

Just the two of us. Would you like that?

Are you seeing much of Claudie at the moment?

-From time to time. -Does she ever mention me?

You have delusions of grandeur.

It's easy to recover from them.

I'm coming.

Get a move on.

You look quite the dandy, with your carnation.

It was Suzy's idea.

A little secret.

It means that between us... It's on.

-And the carnation means... -Yes.

You've...

Come on.

You'll like this. It'll hit him right in the face.

He's my gigolo

And when he takes me in his arms...

So, did you see that?

-Is something up? -Hang on a minute.

I didn't say good bye.

Gigolo, gigolo, gigolo, gigolo Gigolo, gigolo, gigolo, gigolo...

Gigolo, gigolo, gigolo, gigolo Gigolo, gigolo, gigolo, gigolo...

Bravo!

I'm wild for unknown pleasures

Life would be so fine for me

One true love For my nights and my days

I'm the woman of one true love

You're marvelous.

You know, when I sing that song,

I feel as if I wrote it myself.

-Suzy! -Yes, Gérard, what do you want?

I have important news.

I've just discovered two resonant rhymes.

-These are millionaire rhymes. -But it's too late.

I'm on stage in an hour.

Ah, Bob.

What's got into you, darling?

-Get out, you clowns. -What?

Have we met?

Are you forgetting, I'm a star.

I can have a bit of romance in my life.

You can have a library-full, if you like.

What's this about, if you're not jealous?

Don't try to understand. I've been so stupid.

"I get it," as you'd say.

You regret leaving your dancer for a woman like me.

How touching.

Don't talk about her like that.

Well, this evening,

you're performing with me, not her.

Won't she recognize you?

No, she's only met me once.

Do you recognize me?

No. OK, I'm off.

-What's my name? -Malkuski.

With an 'i' or a 'y'?

I'll love the stranger

That can keep me for life

I'm wild for unknown pleasures

My life would be so beautiful

One true love For my nights and my days

I am a woman of one true love

Bravo! You were wonderful.

Thank you.

Let me kiss you.

Don't sulk. Not now.

I'll see you on stage.

Oh, leave me alone.

Bob, this is ridiculous.

The success of the review is all that counts.

You have to understand that.

I don't care about the review. I want to drop the whole thing.

You're on soon. Come on, stop messing around.

-Miss Morgan. -Yes?

Malkuski?

-He runs New York's best music hall! -Yes.

He wants to see you, fast.

I can't, I'm going on.

You still have seven minutes.

Have my dress prepared for the ballet with Bob

and send Mr. Malkuski in.

-How do I look? -Amazing.

And your plane takes off in an hour.

OK, OK.

-Will you remember everything? -Don't worry about it.

Mr. Malkuski.

You're in a rush and so am I. My plane takes off in an hour.

I need your signature.

Ah, you're Russian. Vy govorite po russky?

-Sorry? -Vy govorite po russky?

-American. USA. -I see.

I'll make you a big star in a show that I'm putting on next year.

Next year?

That's a long time away. Write to me.

Claudie! Hurry up! Hurry up!

-Put this dress on, fast. -What's going on?

-She's in there. -But...

Don't ask. You're the lead.

I don't know. We need to discuss this.

$6,000 a week.

That's very nice, but I'm due on stage.

$8,000.

Mr. Malkuski, I'll miss my cue.

Miss Morgan, you drive a hard bargain.

$10,000.

OK, I accept, now excuse me, I have to go.

Just a minute.

You need to sign the contract.

What?

There we go.

Don't talk so loud.

You need to sign each page and fill in the blank spaces

with the fee that you so adroitly negotiated,

which you deserve.

But this is at least 20 pages.

Twenty-seven.

No star will ever have been paid so handsomely.

Get a move on or you'll make me miss my flight.

You're so American.

Miss Morgan, this is quite incredible.

I'm the happiest of men. I'm overwhelmed.

I never dared hope for this much.

Again, I lay my greatest respects at your feet.

I may have missed my flight, but...

The foxtrot is so wonderful

And even the shimmy

English steps, Scottish steps

And all the rest

It's the java, the old mazurka The old sebasto

I'm your woman, I'm your girl

And you're my man

Hold me close

Hold me tight in your arms

I'll follow you I'll do whatever you like

When you hold me I feel dizzy, in my heart

I like your cap, your sideburns

And your smokes

Don't you think I've suffered enough?

Tell me you believe me.

-Claudie! -Yes?

-I love you. -What?

I love you.

Paris!

Queen of the world

Paris!

She's a blonde

She has a button nose And a cheeky air

Her eyes are always full of laughter

The people that know you

Leave, drunk on your caresses

But they always come back for more

Here's to your lovers, Paris!

That's Paris!

That's Paris!

Paris!

Queen of the world

Paris!

She's a blonde

She has a button nose And a cheeky air

Her eyes are always full of laughter

The people that know you

Leave, drunk on your caresses

But they all come back for more

Here's to your lovers, Paris

That's Paris!

Be quick now, for the finale.

Everyone on stage, for the finale. Come on!

Let's get that hat straight. Quick.

Come on, get a move on.

Your nights are so easy

You enjoy life in Mimi Pinson's arms

What's going on? We're waiting for your song

So that we can all

Love one another

That's Paris!

Right now

The flames of joy are burning

Your lights starts the dance All at once

Happiness dances among the stars And on the roofs

And we love one another

Thanks to you, Paris

Paris!

Bohemian Paris!

Your nights are so easy

You enjoy life in Mimi Pinson's arms

What's going on? We're waiting for your so

So that we can all

Love one another

That's Paris

Right now

The flames of joy are burning

Your lights start the dance

Happiness dances among the stars And on the roofs

And we love one another

Thanks to you, Paris!

Paris!

Bohemian Paris!

Your nights are so easy

You enjoy life in Mimi Pinson's arms

What's going on? We're waiting for your song

So that we can all

Love one another

That's Paris!

Right now

The flames of joy are burning

Your lights start the dance

Happiness dances among the stars And on the roofs

And we love one another

Thanks to you, Paris

Paris!

Bohemian Paris!

To whom do you say, I love you

To the wealthy, to crooks Or to ghosts?

What price, your smile?

What price

for such luck to begin?

But one day, Paris

In the sixth arrondissement

Who knows, you will tell me

Do you see this city Awakening below?

Now you may take your chance In your arms

Because you love her

She's yours

Paris!

Bohemian Paris!

Your nights are so easy

You enjoy life in Mimi Pinson's arms

What's going on? We're waiting for you song

So that we can all

Love one another

THE END

Robert Gillan Subtitling: Hiventy