I Love The French

Oh god I love the French!

I like to walk along the rue de San Lagare,

Where man can live and love without a care.

I fill my lungs with air that's fresh and clear,

Then I like to walk along the rue de San Lagare.

I like to stroll (he likes to stroll)

Along the Centre de Pompidou.

The Tour d'Eiffel (the Eiffel Tower) comes sweeping into view.

The mademoiselles (lovely ladies),

All say "Bonjour Miseur,

I'd like to walk with you along the Cote d'Azur."

I love the French (Bastards!)

Even though they're arrogant.

They laugh aloud when you order a croissant,

They come over here and for it we won't forgive 'em.

First they steal our jobs,

And then they steal our women... and our bloody men.... and our cattle

dogs.

(skip the jokes)

The Germans are lovely Tim,

But they are always starting wars.

The English are fine Paul,

Yes Rich, but they're miserable bores.

The Dutch are Dutch,

And I believe that says it all.

The Swiss like bank accountants,

Having all of their cash on call.

The Greeks I like,

But they give me this nasty rash.

Swedes sounds like stewed vegetable mash.

The Portuguese all pluck the hair behind their knees.

Australians are weird because they've got gigantic heads.

spoken:

Richard: Gigantic heads?

Tim: Yer all Australians have huge heads

Richard: well thats a bit racist isn't it

Tim: Racist!!? go back to university

Paul: You're only say that Richard coz you've got a big head

Tim: Yer!

Paul: look at the size of it whens the last time fitted into a hat mate

Paul: And you've gotta have a big head like that coz if ya didn't have a

big! head like that then you're big! eye balls would hang off the side of

you're head and they would just dribble down the side of you're cheek

all the time and form little puddles in the sand

Tim: Yer! and thats why you never get out of you're room much coz

you're lying on you're bed trying to get up you're like the bloody

elephant man.

Tim: I'm not Richard I'm a human being

Paul-Tim: BULL SHIT YOU'RE RICHARD

I like to walk along the rue de San Lagare (the Germans are lovely)

Where man can live and love without a care (but they're always starting

wars).

I fill my lungs with air that's fresh and clear (the English are fine),

Then I like to walk along the rue de San Lagare.

He's nearly finished,

I really, really love the French.

He's nearly finished,

I really, really love the French.

He's such a dickhead,

He's nearly finished,

I really, really love the French.

He's nearly finished,

I said I really, Lord I really, really love the French.