A Paris

A Paris y’ a pas d'parking

A Paris y’ a des parfums

A Paris des beaux sacs à main

Et parfois des paroissiens

Y’a du parquet dans les maisons

Y’a mon parrain sur le balcon

Y’a des couleurs et des partis

Des parodies de ces partis

A Paris y'a pas d'parking

A Paris y'a des parfums

A Paris des beaux sacs à main

Et parfois des paroissiens

Des magazines, des paravents

Des parapluies et des sorties

Des sens uniques, des partisans

Des particules, des points-virgules

A Paris y'a pas d'parking

A Paris y'a des parfums

A Paris des beaux sacs à main

Et parfois des paroissiens

Y'a des anglais, y'a des bavards

Des paresseux et des boulevards

Y'a des concierges, du tintamarre

Des romans et des mille feuilles

A Paris y'a pas d'parking

A Paris y'a des parfums

A Paris des beaux sacs à mains

Et parfois des paroissiens

A Paris y’a pas d'parking

Dans les studios il fait trop chaud

A Paris y’a pas d'parking

Mais qu'elle est belle...

La Tour Eiffel!

Tu Paris ?

In Paris

In Paris there is no parking lot

In Paris there are perfums

In Paris there are beautiful handbags

And sometimes parishioners

There is parquet in houses

There is my godfather on the balcony

There are colors and parties

And parodies of these parties

In Paris there is no parking lot

In Paris there are perfums

In Paris there are beautiful handbags

And sometimes parishioners

Magazines, screens

Umbrellas and trips

One-ways, supporters

particles, semicolons

In Paris there is no parking lot

In Paris there are perfums

In Paris there are beautiful handbags

And sometimes parishioners

There are Englishs, there are talkative people

There are lazy people and boulevards

There are caretakers, hurly-burly

Novels, and "mille feuilles'*

In Paris there is no parking lot

In Paris there are perfums

In Paris there are beautiful handbags

And sometimes parishioners

In Paris there is no parking lot

It's too hot in studios

In Paris there is no parking lot

But she's so beautiful...

The Eiffel Tower!

You bet?