Lyrics:

I was walking 'round in Paris
Near the Fuque Zanzibar
Said the woman at the front door:
'Do you know the place you are?
This place is from the fancy
I don't think you fit the scene
You are just American black boy
I'm a French African Queen'

And she was tall and statuesque
She looked straight over my puzzled head
She said, 'Don't make me get real ugly
You heard just what I said'
'I've got music for the people,
I must fulfill my precious dream
To bring blues from America to the French African Queen'
'Ah, oui oui!'

I was walking 'round in Paris
Near the Fuque Zanzibar
Said the woman at the front door:
'Do you know the place you are?'
'This place is from the fancy
I don't think you fit the scene
You are just American black boy
I'm a French African Queen'

And she was tall and statuesque
She looked straight over my puzzled head
She said, 'Don't make me get real ugly
You heard just what I said'
'I've got music for the people,
I must fulfill my precious dream
I bring blues from America to the French African Queen'

Hear my words we're not so different
Land and language in the way
We feel the same human feelings
With different words we say
We are fruit from the same tree,
I think you know just what I mean

I am your American black boy
You're my French African queen