CHRISTINE Would ya look at that coffered ceiling, Look at that chandelier. Excuse me but how I'm feeling IS a hundred-proof. I could raise the roof. I'm so happy to be here. I've been kind of missing Mom and Daddy, Sort of in a spin since Cincinnatti. The morning flight, a major bore But then they open the cabin door And zut alors- Here I am! Lord knows I had the will And the resources But Mom and Dad kept saying "Hold your horses." I guess those ponies couldn't wait- Pardon me folks but They've left the gate I may be late, but Here I am! Ah, The way to be, to me, is French The way to say "La Vie" is French So here I am, Beaumont Sur Mer, a Big two weeks on the Rivier-a. If I'm only dreaming Please don't wake me. Let the summer sun And Breezes take me. Excuse me if I seem je jeune, I promise I'll find my marbles soon But everywhere I look It's like a scene from a book. Open the book and Here I am! I mean The air is French That chair is French This nice sincere sancerre is French The skies are French The pies are French Those guys are French These fries are French! Pardon me if I Fly off the handle, No place else on earth Can hold a candle So, Veni Vidi Vici, folks Let's face it, Je suis ici, folks! Excusez-moi If i spot- I'm letting my Je n'sais quoi out. I'm sorry to shout but Here I am!
Amazing!!
CHRISTINE
Would ya look at that coffered
ceiling,
Look at that chandelier.
Excuse me but how I'm feeling
IS a hundred-proof.
I could raise the roof.
I'm so happy to be here.
I've been kind of missing
Mom and Daddy,
Sort of in a spin since Cincinnatti.
The morning flight, a major bore
But then they open the cabin door
And zut alors-
Here I am!
Lord knows I had the will
And the resources
But Mom and Dad kept saying
"Hold your horses."
I guess those ponies couldn't wait-
Pardon me folks but
They've left the gate
I may be late, but
Here I am!
Ah,
The way to be, to me, is French
The way to say "La Vie" is French
So here I am, Beaumont Sur Mer, a
Big two weeks on the Rivier-a.
If I'm only dreaming
Please don't wake me.
Let the summer sun
And Breezes take me.
Excuse me if I seem je jeune,
I promise I'll find my marbles soon
But everywhere I look
It's like a scene from a book.
Open the book and
Here I am!
I mean
The air is French
That chair is French
This nice sincere sancerre is French
The skies are French
The pies are French
Those guys are French
These fries are French!
Pardon me if I
Fly off the handle,
No place else on earth
Can hold a candle
So, Veni Vidi Vici, folks
Let's face it,
Je suis ici, folks!
Excusez-moi
If i spot-
I'm letting my
Je n'sais quoi out.
I'm sorry to shout but
Here I am!