All the girls in France do the hoochie coochie dance
When they slide up and down the pole
You can see their butthole
Ew! Zombie buttholes! And…it doesn’t scan. (Well, it doesn’t seem to scan…)
“When they slide up the pole…you can see their naughty hole…” Okay, poor lyrics, but the syllable count matches. In this kind of songwriting, scansion counts.
Learned this in elementary school, at my private Christian school no less. The wonder and joy of repeating such lewd lyrics had us giggling for hours!
All the girls in France
Go without underpants
All the boys go 'round
With their ding dongs hanging out…
That was it. That was enough. Would have gotten us killed if our parents found out.
There’s a place in France where the alligators dance.
And the dance they do was written by Magoo.
But Magoo couldn’t dance, so they kicked him in the pants.
And the pants he wore cost a dollar sixty-four
(Plus tax).
That’s the way I learned it. I’m beginning to suspect that kids in my neighborhood were fed a bowdlerized version. And yet, to this day, when I go shopping for pants, I consider my ideal price point to be $1.64.
AFAIK, the name of the song is “The Streets of Cairo.” The dirty lyrics I learned as a kid include:
*There’s a place in France
where the women wear no pants.
But the men don’t care,
'cause they wear no underwear.
There’s a place in France
where the women wear no pants.
And the men wear bikinis,
and the women suck their weenies.
*
And:
There’s a place in France
where the women wear no pants.
And the men walk 'round
with their dickies hanging down.
DAMN, when I saw this I thought **Eve **was posting again.
Carry on.
All the girls in France,
do the hoochie coochie dance,
and the way they shake
is enough to kill a snake,
when the snake is dead
they put roses on it’s head
When the roses die
they put diamonds in his eye
When the diamonds break
it is nineteen Ninety eight ( i would change it to 2028)