Irma la Douce: Sons of France

I'm renowned for the excellence of my wine cellars
The handiest hideout in Montemarte
Poor boys, I'd forgotten all about them
Let's see
Who's down there tonight?
(Jojo les Yeux Sales)
Jojo, the dirty eyes
(Roberto les Diams)
Roberto, the rocks
(Persil le Noir)
Persil, the shady
(Frangipane)
The flower

Noble, strong and pure
Brave and in our prime
Here we stand, the creme de la creme of crime
We have laws of our own
That we never break
When we rob the rich it's for the poor man's sake
(Poor man's sake)

Noble sons of France
When it comes to high finance
We are very worthy sons of France

We can fix you dreams
Dreams of paradise
That's why we're the creme de la creme of vice
We provide happiness
For a modest sum
With a hypodermic of some opium
(Opium)

Noble sons of France
You can tell it at a glance
We are very worthy sons of France

Polyte la Mou
(Polyte the Bull)
Also known as Le Boss

One thing we believe
Love will always win
That's why we're the creme de la creme of sin
Love for all is our aim
For a little fee
'Cause the better things in life are never free
Never free

Noble sons of France
In the service of romance
We are very worthy sons of France

Oh, it's you, Inspector
I thought it was the police

I know all the tricks
Of the oldest craft
That's why I'm the creme de la creme of graft

He needs us, we need him
That's what friends are for
We keep him and he keeps us
Inside the law
Inside the law

Noble sons of France
In the service of romance
We are very worthy noble sons of France (sons of France)
In the service of romance (noble sons of France)
We are very worthy noble
Sons of France



Credits
Writer(s): Monty Norman, David William Heneker, Marguerite Monnot, Julian Moore
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