Paul, when you get to heaven there'll be
All these angels mostly sizes C and D
Well-endowed with God's great majesty

Paul, milk and honey doesn't taste that good
Why not get high and burn Norwegian wood
There are no penalties for staying put

Hey, hey, hey, hey
All your time for working's over
Hey, hey, hey, hey
No one hear has to stay sober

And all those French girls
Will take you by the hand and say "C'mon"
Take you by the hand and say "Let's go!"

So Paul, you'll love to hear everything that they say
Even just "Je ne parle pas Anglais"
You're not that into language anyway

Paul, I never get to see you anymore
I hope you'll come and visit me before
You have to walk through that big pearly door

Hey, hey, hey, hey
If you don't then I'll be sorry
Hey, hey, hey, hey
That I moved across the country

And all those French Girls
Will take you by the hand and say "C'mon"
Take you by the hand and say "Let's go!"

So Paul, better days are always up ahead
St. Peter from that big long book we read
He's gonna welcome you to heaven when you're dead

But Paul, maybe you can haunt this city too
And not just only pay attention to
All those foreign friends St. Pete'll give to you

Hey, hey, hey, hey
If you don't then I'll be sorry
Hey, hey, hey, hey
That I moved across the country

And all those French Girls
Will take you by the hand and say "C'mon"
They're gonna take you by the hand and say "C'mon"
Take you by the hand and say "Let's go!"


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French Girls song meanings
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