The dogs in France say "waf waf!"   They ask me for my autograph   They took me for a little stroll-   We talked about love and rock 'n' roll      And when these dogs are good, these dogs are very very good.   And when these dogs are bad, these dogs are awful.   And though they may be small, they're still handy in a fight   But even so, their bark's worse than their bite.      I met a boy called Jean-Pierre   He put some flowers in my hair   He asked if he could hold my hand   I said "I'm not that kind of girl", but he didn't seem to understand      And when these dogs are good, these dogs are very very good   And when these dogs are bad, these dogs are awful.   And though they may be small, they're still handy in a fight   But even so, their bark's worse than their bite.      The dogs in France say "waf waf!"   They ask me for my autograph   They took me for a little stroll-   We talked about love and rock 'n' roll      We went on down to Marseilles   At every disco on the way   I told them they should take their time,   But they didn't heed my warning, just ordered another double vodka, soda and lime.