Lyrics:

Bonjour, Monsieur
Paris really welcomes you
It's the best room in the house
It's forty francs a night, all right?

It's crazy
It isn't worth a centime
I'll take it

Merci, Monsieur

Rouged lips in the gaslight
A great view of the hall

That's the way the croissant crumbles after all

Paris is only one step away
Les girls are out on bail
Très bien, there's love for sale

Oh my cheri, wish you were mine
And I'll show you a wonderful time
For the price of a cheap Champagne
I'll show it you once again

One night in Paris
Is like a year in any other place
One night in Paris
Will wipe the smile off your pretty face
One girl in Paris
Is like loving every woman
One night in Paris
One night in Paris
One night in Paris
May be your last!


Is he gonna buy?
Hey, you wanna little culture?
Is he gonna pay?
Maybe Monsieur is into photographs, non?
Or is he gonna fall in love
The all American way?
I got a watch with a beautiful Swiss movement

Is he gonna buy?
Oh, forget the watch, I'll show you a good time
Is he gonna pay?
Le connoisseur want something different?
Or is he gonna fall in love
The all American way?

Oh, you know you ain't no Casanova
You can't even do the bossa nova
Or the tango or the samba

Though you are so very charming

No, you ain't no Casanova

Is he gonna buy? (Is he gonna buy?)
Is he gonna pay? (Is he gonna pay?)
Or is he gonna fall in love
The all American way?
Is he gonna buy? (Is he gonna buy?)
Is he gonna pay? (Is he gonna pay?)
Or is he gonna fall in love
The all American way?
Sometimes I think he will
But then again...

One night in Paris
Is like a year in any other place
One night in Paris
Will wipe the smile off your pretty face
Try a girl in Paris
But try one of mine
Each night in Paris
Each night in Paris
Each night in Paris
Each night in Paris
May be your last!


Forty-two, quarante-deux
Rue de Saint Jacques
All our girls are, how you say
Good in the sack

I was a stripper
On the Champs Elysées
He was a gendarme
In the gendarmerie

Going ooh la la la
Ooh la la la la

He was a pimp
In a black beret
But he was an artiste
In his own way

Ooh la la la
Ooh la la la la

When they raided my club that night (That night)
They ruined my act with the leather umbrella
The Chief de Police got a fright (Got a fright)
He was up in my boudoir with some other fella, oh

It's only routine
But I got this feeling
It ain't good for business

Then the floor cleared
A woman screamed to herself

Henri, though you're not the toast of Paris
I love you, although you bed and beat me
Henri, leave it alone
For the gendarme's just doing his job

Paris is only one step away

Murder is only one step away
Notre Dame is ringing her bells
Another gendarme has gone to hell
Notre Dame is ringing her bells
Another gendarme has gone to hell
To hell, to hell, to hell, to hell
To hell, to hell, to hell, to hell
One night in Paris
Is like a year in any other place
One night in Paris
Will wipe the smile off your pretty face
One girl in Paris
Is like loving every woman
This night in Paris
This night in Paris
This night in Paris
This night in Paris
May be your last!