“There’s a place in France
Where the ladies were no pants
And the men go 'round
With their hammers hanging down.”
Burnaby (Vancouver) BC, c1970.
Rat’s!
I don’t know what kind of ladies they WERE, but they didn’t WEAR pants!
(Preview, zoogirl, PREVIEW!)
There’s a place in France
Where the naked ladies dance
But the men don’t care
Cause they don’t wear underwear
Circa 1975, central Minnesota.
I’d like to get my hands on a copy of that Kradoutja.
There’s a place in France
Where the naked ladies dance.
There’s a hole in the wall
Where the boys can see it all.
Was what I heard in St. Louis in the early 70s
There’s a place in France
Where the alligators dance
The one couldn’t dance
So they kicked him in the pants
The pants next door
Cost a dollar forty four
Plus tax.
There’s a board we know
Where the happy Dopers go
Unca Cecil rants,
“Gotta stomp out ignorance!”
takes a bow
I knew a slightly different version:
In the land of Oz
Where the ladies where no bras
But the men don’t care
'cuz they wear no underwear
The version we sang where I live (central NJ, late 70s) goes:
there’s a place in France
where the naked ladies dance
There’s a hole in the wall
Where the men can see it all
Hmmm,
of all the lost childhood memories, I still remember:
They don’t wear pants
in the southern part of France,
But they do wear grass
to cover up their ass.
Similar to racer72’s, Mid-Atlantic area, c 1970
There’s a place in France
Where the alligators dance
One wouldn’t dance
So they shot him in the pants
The pants he wore
Cost a dollar ninety-four
Plus tax.
Also,
There’s a place on Mars
Where the ladies smoke cigars.
Every puff they take
Is enough to kill a snake.
When the snakes are dead
They put diamonds in their head.
When the diamonds crack,
They put mustard on their back.
When the mustard dries,
They put rubies in their eyes…
I don’t understand their motivation, of course. I merely report.
All I remember is the first two lines:
Oh, they don’t wear pants
On the sunny side of France.
Here is the version heard in the early 70s as a kid.
There’s a place in France where the alligators dance
and the dance they do was written by a jew.
but the jew couldn’t dance so they kicked him in the pants
and the pants he wore cost a dollar ninety four plus tax.
We know of a location to the north of the Iberian Peninsula where skyclad ecdyists ply their trade. Through an aperture in the boundary the males are able to observe their actions. However due to their own lack of undergarments they have no interest in doing so,
SNL just hasn’t been the same ever since A Hole In the Wall Where the Men Can See It All left the cast.
That’s what I remember. Cleveland, '50s.
Mine was slightly different:
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 forty four
Plus tax.
Ours was:
On the land of Mars
Where the lady smokes cigars
Every puff she makes
Is enough to kill a snake
When the snake has died
They put diamonds in its eyes
When the diamonds shine
It is 1999
It was in Baghdad
Where me mammy met me dad
Singin’ ‘Nellie, put your belly’
(Singin’ ‘Nellie, put your belly’)
It was in Baghdad
Where me mammy met me dad
Singin’ ‘Nellie, put your belly
Next to mine’
In Maine in the 50s, it was nearly that, but “on the other side of France”.
I don’t really have anything to add to the discussion of the tune, but I just want to say I’m amazed that this 19 year old link still works. And it still looks like a website from ~20 years ago.