Dinner always means music!
It is with deep pride and immense pleasure
That we invite you this evening
Relax, forget your worries, take a seat
And let haute French gastronomy present to you
Impeccable service guaranteed
Put on your little bib, darling
And we'll take care of the rest
Dish of the day and hors d'oeuvres
Here, we serve at any hour
Cuisine with butter, it's the best
And believe me, I know my stuff
Everyone sings Everyone dances
Yes, Mademoiselle, that's France
A good dinner is better than a trumpet blast
Take the menu, and when you've read it
We'll have a party, it'll be great, my Ninette
Paris-Brest or flambéed crêpes
We'll prepare for you with Art
A party that'll take your breath away
You're alone, and not proud of it
But Mademoiselle, just relax
There's no blues, no depression
When the plates are your friends
I'm a whiz at juggling
With my candlestick buddies
All in the tradition of grand houses
Come on, let's raise our glasses
And jump over the barrier
For the sad little girls
I only know one recipe
It's a party, it's a party
For a servant without a job
Who can't bring happiness to a living soul
The good old days of hard labor
That life has filed away in the archives
Ten years of real hardship
Shriveled by dust
Without ever being able to show our skills
Wandering around the castle
Paw to the pouf, apple of the api
Yopla boum, 'Thank You, my Lady
But everything is ready for the young lady
Ice cream, chilled Champagne
Stiffened tablecloth, in my basket
For dessert, I'll make tea
It's my great specialty
While the cups are being mopped
I'll make my little bubbles, my little broths
I'll whistle like a madwoman
I have a stain on this, it distresses me
The important thing would be to make a good impression
Onward and every man for himself
It will be a sugar or two, my Mignonnette
After ten years of pretense
After ten years of pretense
Come to brighten our retreat
Full heart, comfortable heart
We would like you to like it
In the candlelight
You will be spoiled, my turtledove
Without ceremony, without a grimace
Until you cry for mercy
After dinner, we You'll push the swing
Tomorrow you'll feel better
But tonight everything is blue
Yes, a party! Yes, a party!
Yes, a party! Yes, a party!