Look at all the captivating, fascinating things
There are to do
Name two?

Look at all the pleasures, all the beauty
And all pleasures we have got
Like what?

Look at Paris in the Spring when each solitary thing
Is more beautiful than ever before
You can hear ev'ry tree almost sayin' look at me

What color are the trees?
Geen
What color were they last year?
Green
And next year?
Green
It's a bore

Don't you marvel at the power of the mighty Eiffel Tower
Knowin' that it will remain evermore
Comin' up to the sky over ninety stories high

How many stories
Ninety
How many yesterday?
Ninety
And tomorrow?
Ninety
It's a bore

The River Seine
All it can do is flow
But think of wine
It's red or white
But think of girls
It's either yes or no
An if it's no, if it's yes
It simply couldn't matter less

But think of the race with your horse in seventh place
Then he suddenly begins and he catches up and wins
With a roar
It's a bore

Life is freely as can be
Simply not my cup of tea
It's a gay, romantic fling
If you like that sort of thing
It's intriguing
It's fatiguing
It's a game

It's the same old world wherever you go
Whatever place you are at
The Earth is round but ev'rything on it is flat

Don't tell me Venice has no lure
Just a town without a sewer
The Leaning Tower I adore
Indecision is a bore

But think of the thrill of a bullfight in Seville
When the bull is uncontrolled
And he shouted at the bold Matador
It's a bore

Think of launch beneath the trees
Stop the carriage if you please
You mean you don't want to come
The thought of lunch leaves me numb
But I implore
Oh, no, uncle
It's a bore
