Letra de ' I Love The French ' de Doug Anthony All Stars

Oh god I love the French!
I like to walk along the rue de San Lagare,
Where man can live and love without a care.
I fill my lungs with air that's fresh and clear,
Then I like to walk along the rue de San Lagare.
I like to stroll (he likes to stroll)
Along the Centre de Pompidou.
The Tour d'Eiffel (the Eiffel Tower) comes sweeping into view.
The mademoiselles (lovely ladies),
All say "Bonjour Miseur,
I'd like to walk with you along the Cote d'Azur."

I love the French (Bastards!)
Even though they're arrogant.
They laugh aloud when you order a croissant,
They come over here and for it we won't forgive 'em.
First they steal our jobs,
And then they steal our women... and our bloody men.... and our cattle
dogs.

(skip the jokes)

The Germans are lovely Tim,
But they are always starting wars.
The English are fine Paul,
Yes Rich, but they're miserable bores.
The Dutch are Dutch,
And I believe that says it all.
The Swiss like bank accountants,
Having all of their cash on call.
The Greeks I like,
But they give me this nasty rash.
Swedes sounds like stewed vegetable mash.
The Portuguese all pluck the hair behind their knees.
Australians are weird because they've got gigantic heads.

spoken:
Richard: Gigantic heads?
Tim: Yer all Australians have huge heads
Richard: well thats a bit racist isn't it
Tim: Racist!!? go back to university
Paul: You're only say that Richard coz you've got a big head
Tim: Yer!
Paul: look at the size of it whens the last time fitted into a hat mate
Paul: And you've gotta have a big head like that coz if ya didn't have a
big! head like that then you're big! eye balls would hang off the side of
you're head and they would just dribble down the side of you're cheek
all the time and form little puddles in the sand
Tim: Yer! and thats why you never get out of you're room much coz
you're lying on you're bed trying to get up you're like the bloody
elephant man.
Tim: I'm not Richard I'm a human being
Paul-Tim: BULL SHIT YOU'RE RICHARD

I like to walk along the rue de San Lagare (the Germans are lovely)
Where man can live and love without a care (but they're always starting
wars).
I fill my lungs with air that's fresh and clear (the English are fine),
Then I like to walk along the rue de San Lagare.
He's nearly finished,
I really, really love the French.
He's nearly finished,
I really, really love the French.
He's such a dickhead,
He's nearly finished,
I really, really love the French.
He's nearly finished,
I said I really, Lord I really, really love the French.