In Paris there's no parking
In Paris there're perfumes
In Paris, fine handbags
And sometimes parishioners
There's parquet in the houses
My godfather's on the balcony
There're colors and parties
Parodies of those parties
In Paris there's no parking
In Paris there're perfumes
In Paris, fine handbags
And sometimes parishioners
Magazines, folding screens
Umbrellas and outings
One-way streets, partisans
Particles, semicolons
In Paris there's no parking
In Paris there're perfumes
In Paris, fine handbags
And sometimes parishioners
There're English, there're chatterboxes
Slackers and boulevards
There're concierges, a racket
Novels and mille-feuilles
In Paris there's no parking
In Paris there're perfumes
In Paris, fine handbags
And sometimes parishioners
In Paris there's no parking
In the studios it's too hot
In Paris there's no parking