When Saturday, it comes,
We don’t make hairstyles,
We don’t chose our clothes.
But hurry as we can,
Me and my boyfriend
Rush to the music ball.
Where everyone we’d see
Were fancy ladies,
Also, their souteneurs.
We are spinning, dancing here so close,
While we listen to accordion.
What have we got?
Is Foxtrot,
Even the Shimmy!
Not that English,
But Scottish
And all following.
That’s the Java,
The old mazurka
Of old Sébasto.
I am your chick
And i’m your lassie,
You are my beloved!
All against you,
But i do
Want to cuddle you.
I’ll follow you
And i’ll do
All you want me to!
When you take me,
In my heart i feel
Something like a swim!
I love your cap
And your two wiskers
And love your fag-end.
On boulevard Saint-Germain
I see that clubmen
Have no principles here.
Cuz when poor people find
Something good, it must
Usually be stolen.
Now men about town
Try to copy us,
But it’s all for nothing.
And the chicks of luxurious salons
Sing and pass out on their customers.
What have we got?
Is Foxtrot,
Even the Shimmy!
Not that English,
But Scottish
And all following.
That’s the Java,
The old mazurka
Of old Sébasto.
I am your chick
And i’m your lassie,
You are my beloved!
All against you,
But i do
Want to cuddle you.
I’ll follow you
And i’ll do
All you want me to!
When you take me,
In my heart i feel
Something like a swim!
I love your cap
And your two wiskers
And love your fag-end.
