(Verse)
A life of love is curious
But not injurious
If you are wise
For you get pleasure, leisure
Knowledge to treasure
After the gay life dies
True men we seldom find to us
They're often kind to us
And entre nous
English gentlemen, Spanish noblemen
Indian merchantmen
Too
Always play the game
Never cause us shame

(Chorus)
But there’s always something fishy about the French
Whether prince or politician
We've a sinister suspicion
That behind their savoir-faire
They share
A common contempt for every mother's son of us
Though they smile and smirk
We know they’re out for dirty work
We're most polite
But don't put out the night light
Every wise and thoroughly worldly wench
Knows there's always something fishy about the French