Jean-Michel   No, you're with the French Foreign Service   George   Sir      I joined the Foreign Legion with a sabre in my hand   I crawled across the desert with my belly in the sand   With men who loved their camels and their brandy and I swear   Nobody dished   Nobody swished when I was a Foreign Legionnaire      Would you like an hors d'oeuvre?   Let me help   How adorable these dishes are   Are these youngsters playing together?      They look like Greeks   Oh, no, no, there wouldn't be any Greeks on my plate   Unless they weren't washed well   Well, young boys in any case   No, there must be girls too. This is a mixed service      Oh, what lovely dishes   They're so delicate and frail   Mine have naked children   I believe they're only male   Oops! I think they're playing some exoctic, little game   Oops! I think that "Leap-frog" it is the name      Anyway, she's very sorry      This is even worse than I feared   The son is strange   The father is weird   To meet the wife, I'm actually afraid   I prefer that Anne remain an old maid      My wife and I are devoted couple   And my son knows how much I love him and to what extremes   But my wife Oh I love her like an ani-mal      It's apalling to confess   Our new in-laws are a mess   She's a prude, he's a prig   She's a pill, he's a pig   So zis zis zis for you, Papa      I joined the Foreign Legion with a sabre in my hand   I crawled across the desert with my belly in the sand   With men who loved their camels and their brandy and I swear   Nobody dished   Nobody swished when I was a Foreign Legionnaire      Oh, what lovely dishes   They're so delicate and frail   Mine have naked children   I believe they're only male   Oops! I think they're playing some exoctic, little game   Oops! I think that "Leap-frog" it is the name      This is even worse than I feared   The son is strange   The father is weird   To meet the wife, I'm actually afraid   I(he) prefer(s) that Anne (I) remain an old maid      It's apalling to confess   Our new in-laws are a mess   She's a prude, he's a prig   She's a pill, he's a pig   So zis zis zis for you, Papa      I joined the Foreign Legion with a sabre in my hand   I crawled across the desert with my belly in the sand   With men who loved their camels and their brandy and I swear   Nobody dished   Nobody swished when I was a Foreign Legionnaire      Oh, what lovely dishes   They're so delicate and frail   Mine have naked children   I believe they're only male   Oops! I think they're playing some exoctic, little game   Oops! I think that "Leap-frog" it is the name      This is even worse than I feared   The son is strange   The father is weird   To meet the wife, I'm actually afraid   I(he) prefer(s) that Anne (I) remain an old maid      It's apalling to confess   Our new in-laws are a mess   She's a prude, he's a prig   She's a pill, he's a pig   So zis zis zis for you, Papa      Here's mother