Oh, Paris! City of romance,
Or so the people say.
A strange name for a thriving town
Where half the men are gay.

Thy rich Versailles and acres green
And massive Eiffel tower
Might just compensate for lack
Of military power.

The shoppers, in those cute cafes,
Sip tea from china cups
Don’t knock their skirts, or they will have
Their girlfriends beat you up.

Thy winding streets and drivers rude
Send shivers down my spine
I’ve yet to find a Parisian
Who drives in a straight line.

Oh, Paris, Queen of fashion trends!
Oh, city grand and fair!
The highest culture in the world,
And you’re the only ones who care.