Fifty Million Frenchmen Can't Be Wrong
Composer(s): Fred Fisher; Willie Raskin; Billy Rose
Performer(s): Sophie Tucker



They say the French are naughty
They say the French are bad
They all declare that over there
The French are going mad
They have a reputation of being very gay
I just got back from Paris, and I just want to say

When they go parley-vee and parley-vou
This for me, zat for you
Fifty million Frenchmen can't be wrong
When they go 
Ohh la la la la la la la
On the bully boulevard
Fifty million Frenchmen can't be wrong

They shake-a the hand
They shake-a the feet
They roll ze eyes and kiss cafe right on the street
Even though the Irish and the Dutch
Say it don't amount to much
Fifty million Frenchmen can't be wrong

All of our fashions come from gay Par-ee
And if they come above the knee
Fifty million Frenchmen can't be wrong
And if they give the world a new design
To prove a lady has a spine
Fifty million Frenchmen can't be wrong

They shorten them here
They shorten them there
And if her name is Teddy, they make Teddy bare
If they prefer to see their women dressed 
With more or less of less and less
Fifty million Frenchmen can't be wrong

When they put on a show, and it's a hit
No one tries to censor it
Fifty million Frenchmen can't be wrong
And when a book is selling at it's best
It isn't stopped; it's not suppressed
Fifty million Frenchmen can't be wrong

Whenever they're dry
For brandy or rye
To get it, they don't gave to give up their right eye
And when we brag about our liberty
And they laugh at you and you and you and me
Fifty million Frenchmen can't be wrong

In Viva la France
They're full of romance
You'll find policemen with embroidery on their pants
And when they start to sing the Marseillaise
They sing it forty different ways
Fifty million Frenchmen can't be wrong