• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• France - Grateful Dead
• France - Keb' Mo'
• France - Kimya Dawson
• France - Libertines
• France - The Libertines
• La Marseillaise - France
• France - Group X
• France - Ghost Mice

Way down in the south of France
All the ladies love to dance
Kick their heels up in the air
Snap their fingers for romance
While the gentlemen compare
Blonde or black or auburn hair
Check the motion and the style
Oh, you know they take their while
Hey to make the motion more complete
Yeah, to make it more a treat
Club Du jour is where to go
Come on down and see the show
When the rhythm's really right
You can burn it down tonight
When the singing's really fine
Sweet as Spanish Sherry Wine
When the club can't contain the beat
It just rolls out in the street
Spills on down the avenue
Bringing dancers to their feet
When it's good as it can be
It gets better, wait and see
Oh, these folks don't never sleep
'Til their passed out in the street, Ha!
Way down in the south of France
All the ladies love to dance
Clap their hands and walk on air
Yeah the feeling's really there
Won't you take a little taste
Raise it to your charming face?
When the rhythm's really right, you can burn it down tonight
When the singing's really fine, sweet as Spanish Sherry Wine
Go on take a chance

Early in the morning
I was in my bed
My baby turned and kissed
On the top of my head
Made me breakfast
Sent me on my way
Kissed me on the lips
And said ‘Have a nice day’
She had me right where she wanted
I was in a trance
Ain’t nothing wrong with Texas
But I’d really love to go to France
I would do most anything
But I’m still making payments
On her wedding ring
I went to my employer
Mr. Hayes
I’ve been working like a mother
How ‘bout a doggone raise
Money is tight
You know there ain’t no chance
Won’t you reconsider
My baby wants to go to France
I see us walking
Along the Champs Elysees
Exchanging kisses
In a small French café
Wake up momma
Don’t you fret
I found two cheap tickets
On the internet
We leave on Monday
For two whole weeks
All we have to do is just
Eat and sleep
I had her right where I wanted
She was in a trance
Ain’t nothing wrong with Texas

I said, "David, put that seven-inch on
about loving bad boys and then dance with me."
He said, "Silly ass bitch, that's my favorite song."
He put it on and we danced around like monkeys.
And when we couldn't move,
we played monkey ball two,
it's a good thing to do when you're done touring.
There's MeeMee and GonGon
and platforms to land on,
And in the next room we heard Andre snoring.
So we took the dog for a walk in the park,
and we walked,
and we didn't say anything.
At least that I can repeat,
cause all we did was talk shit
about people that we think are boring.
The phone rang,
it was Nen,
and he was at the Pop,
And he said
"Hurry up! Hang out with me!"
And we did cause I like the Pop
And open mic,
And Nen, and David is the the MC.
And we sang songs all night long,
and we danced.
We sang songs all night long
and we danced,
in France.
I like France, Alita and Clementine,
don't go to shows but they're hip to the scene.
Jailbait, late for school again.
La Bolduc and El Boidi,
duking it out for a piece of the pie,
and I finally got mine.
The lemon-meringue kind.
Me and my friend Lisa B,
Girls bein' girls at the monoprix again,
shoppin', trippin' bourlaren
shoppin' tripping' bourlaren.
Well, they were lost in the mist
and they didn't have time
to see what I could see
and it hurt me.
And they were driving around with the stereo on,
and there was nothing on the air to relieve me.
We were sitting in the back,
and in the mirror I could see
that you were pointing you guns towards me.
And I knew from the start
that your heart was mine,
but you were too sick a person to marry me.
Sheer wonder, baby.
Sheer wonder, baby.
Sheer wonder, baby.
Sheer wonder, baby.
Sheer wonder, baby.
Sheer wonder, baby.
Sheer wonder, baby.

The ideal girl,
In London from France
Came Over and left me,
She left me entranced.
Now I have to get by,
Once again on my own,
Nothing but... memories.
See i remember your eyes,
In their dark shade of brown,
While these blue eyes of mine,
They stay closed.
I kissed you goodby on the M-109
I choked as I watched the bus go, oh-oh
Choking and smoking to your angelic soul,
Choking and smoking myself into a hole,
where the only way out is to sleep and to dream,

The ideal girl,
In London from France
Came Over and left me,
She left me entranced.
Now I have to get by,
Once again on my own,
Nothing but... memories.
See i remember your eyes,
In their dark shade of brown,
While these blue eyes of mine,
They stay closed.
I kissed you goodby on the M-109
I choked as I watched the bus go, oh-oh
[Instrumental chorus]
Choking and smoking to your angelic soul,
Choking and smoking myself into a hole,
where the only way out is to sleep and to dream,
and to cry... out your na-a-ame

Allons, enfants de la Patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arrive,
Contre nous de la tyrannie
L'etendard sanglant est leve,
L'etendard sanglant est leve.
Entendez-vous, dans le campagnes,
Mugir ces feroces soldats?
Ils viennent jusque dans no bras,
Egorger nos fils, nos compagnes.
Aux armes, citoyens! Formez vos bataillons! Marchons! Marchons!
Qu'un sang impur abreuve nos sillons!

i dont care its three a.m., put on your coate!
we neede braide, hot-heads and a box of dr. coke.
i slap you if youe laughh to thinnkh these is a joke, (NO!)
so grab your piggy boat and let outt the ghoat.
what do you vant? i bait they haive it,
talkinge boiys of plaistck, tricks of magick,
double-authomatick wipes for the crapshaith,
kites for a bahd kid, the total is addhed,
i shith my paints! under fhourteen!
i like this becaws im affording
soape for rechording aind magnaitic flooring,
weave got to gait goinge, oh yais, one more thinge!
Sheven-Eleven Groove (Move!)
Put on my baseball cap and my shoe-es
Sheven-Eleven Groove (Move!)
Put on my baseball cap and my shoe-es
Sheven-Eleven Groovey (Move it!)
Put on my baseball cap and my shoe-shaith
Sheven-Eleven Groove (Move!)
Put on my baseball cap and my shoe-es
Watch me jump in a box of candy
And leaving some crownchies and pepperment sandies
In the front they have poo(?) for grannies
Then I get (???)
I like the machines they are having in the back
Put in 25 cent and get out a poo-stank
What's that? Two dollar eight for a two pack
Put it in your pants and run out in your loot bag
Oh, everything's on sale
If they don't have it, they put it in the mail
But we take it for free
(Ahem!)
What the hell?
(Put on your coat, you're going to jail)
Oh, shaith!
Sheven-Eleven Groove (Move!)
Put on my baseball cap and my shoe-es
Sheven-Eleven Groove (Move!)
Put on my baseball cap and my shoe-es
Sheven-Eleven Groovey (Move it!)
Put on my baseball cap and my shoe-shaith
Sheven-Eleven Groove (Move!)
Put on my baseball cap and my shoe-es
Oh shaith, shiggity-shaith
Don't piss us off, even a little bit
Oh shaith, shiggity-shaith
Don't pee your pants like a (toot-toot) kaid
Oh shaith, shiggity-shaith
Don't piss us off, even a little bit
Oh shaith, shiggity-shaith
And you pee your pants like a (toot-toot) kaid
Put on your coat, we go to the store
With a two-for-one deal at 1:44
Get there be quick or be kicked to the floor
By Hashmeer, (REX!), (and mister Blade Razorr)
Sheven-Eleven Groove (Move!)
Put on my baseball cap and my shoe-es
Sheven-Eleven Groove (Move!)
Put on my baseball cap and my shoe-es
Sheven-Eleven Groovey (Move it!)
Put on my baseball cap and my shoe-shaith
Sheven-Eleven Groove (Move!)

Paris isn't that romantic
If you don't have any money
Those cafés aren't so cute to walk by
When you're hungry
Our campground on the outskirts of town
Was all we could afford to do
We were so sick of bein' in the big cities
This one seemed so rude, rude, rude
We mailed home all our huge rolls of film
And all the change that we couldn't use
We bumped into some girls that we knew from Texas
Saw the Mona Lisa, her smile seemed so cruel
And we used our last ticket to take the train
To a boat on the coast that would take us away
To a place that we hoped
Would be the end of our sorrows
When we got there we were way too late
There was no way we could leave that day
We'd have to find a place to stay
And try again tomorrow
We found a secret place to crash
In a bush by the docks
That was filled with trash
We cleared a spot and we called it a day
And I wished that I brought my guitar
As I looked through the bush
Up at the stars
Fell asleep and got woke up by the rain
We waited on the porch for the doors to open
And we asked the guy if there was any reason hopin'
He said, "Don't give up,
Cross your fingers, wish for luck"
So I cast my spells and I made my curses
Wishin' that a truck would get stuck
And then we could take their place,