I met a girl named Gabrielle
She was dressed in black and young as hell
She took me to her domicile
Invited me to stay a while
She fed me breakfast and fed me wine
And later on we took the time
To explore each other’s areas
Run into a language barrier
It can be so frustrating
The way we insist on communicating
But I do not parlez-vous you
I don’t speak French
But somehow I’ve gotten on her good side
Oh! I don’t speak French
But there’s only one thing on her mind.
Oh I.
Voulez-vous mon ami
Bonsoir, baby
Is all I know how to say right now
But you can bet I’m learning how
‘Cos where I’m from the thing to do
Is to paint yourself red, white and blue
How about you?
Can you say you do the same thing too
I’m just your average yankee
Trapped in a world of French hanky-panky
But I do not parlez-vous you
I don’t speak French
But I’ve got a sh** load of Euros
Oh I! I don’t speak French
But that doesn’t matter to French girls.
Oh I.
There’s a plane on the ground at JFK
For me she waits
To carry me away to you
The things we did
The things we didn’t do
Oh Gabrielle
I learnt so much from you
You taught me how to surrender
Instinctual behavior from a time you don’t remember
Thank God the allies crushed the Nazis on the 14th of November
I don’t speak French
But somehow I’ve gotten on her good side
Oh I! I don’t speak French
But there’s only one thing on her mind.
Oh! I don’t speak French
But I’ve got a sh** load of Euros
Oh I! I don’t speak French
‘Cos it’s useless most places in the world.