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When a man gets married
what he’ll soon learn is this
that he’s been conned by Cupid,
and robbed of single bliss.
So when his missus goes away
his ma-in-law to see
it’s up to him to make the most
of that opportunity.

Then it’s Oh boy, what a joy
off to gay Paree!
Chock-a-block with joie de vivre
with Mitzi and Fifi,
and if a pretty demoiselle
provides her home address,
he simply has to visit her,
toujours la politesse.

But when the trip is over
he must not leave a clue
to make his wife suspicious
that he has been untrue.
Of lipstick or of powder
leave not the slightest trace,
nor whiff of heady perfume
from Gigi’s close embrace.

So young men, old men,
take a tip from me,
cut adrift the ball and chain,
and head for gay Paree;
no matter if you’re twenty
or even full four score,
as long as you’ve the energy
to murmur “Je t’adore”.

So it’s Oh boy, what a joy,
when in gay Paree
forgetting all the principles
once learnt at mother’s knee.
Doing the things your forbears did,
of inhibitions free
at a.m. one or two or three
in Paree, Paree, Paree!

 

T. C. Hudson

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