Bonjour
Bonjour
Bonjour, bonjour, bonjour
There goes the baker with his tray, like always
The same old bread and rolls to sell
Every morning just the same
Since the morning that we came
To this poor provincial town
Good Morning, Belle!
Good morning, Monsieur
Where are you off to?
The bookshop, I just finished the most wonderful story
About a beanstalk and an ogre and a-
That's nice, Marie! The baguettes!
Hurry up!
Look there she goes that girl is strange, no question
Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?
Never part of any crowd
'Cause her head's up on some cloud
No denying she's a funny girl that Belle