A Poodle in Paris

There once was a poodle from Paris
Of course she called it Paris
This wonderful poodle from Paris
Was known as La Grande Fifi
She had her hair cut just so tied with a purple bow
And every dog that she’d meet would bark and bow
For she danced the Cancan every Saturday night
At a club they call “Le Bow Wow”

Ah Fifi had such flair when she danced to the music
Played by her band of Bichon Frise
And the way she could prance in her Cancan dance
Could bring a Dalmatian to its knees

And every Dashchund and Terrier and Corgi
Would beg for each encore she’d allow
And every Bouvier would fight to get a place Saturday night
At a club they call “Le Bow Wow”

Fifi can Cancan and you can Cancan too
Yes you can Cancan too it’s something you can do
Just kick your leg high up in the air kick the other one and there
You can dance the Cancan, you can Cancan too

So if you meet a poodle in Paris
And if she is a beautiful sight
If she seems to say that’s my Champs Élysées
Don’t doubt for a minute she is right

For she eats croissant and chocolate for breakfast
She drinks coffee in a bowl with a baguette
And she has her way in each sidewalk café
They say ici ma Fifi ma chouette

And if you want to see La Grande Fifi
And know why your puppy would give her all its chow
Just go and see her dance some Saturday night
At a club they call “Le Bow Wow”

Fifi can Cancan and you can Cancan too
Yes you can Cancan too it’s something you can do
Just kick your leg high up in the air kick the other one and there
You can dance the Cancan, you can Cancan too