Lyrics I'm A Froggie - George Formby

Through saving up the coupons in Day and Martin's tea
I won a weekend ticket to gay Paree
My clothes will tell you I am a continental swell
I'm so French now that I no speak the English very well

The young French women, ee they're fast, on Monday one sweet pet
She smiled and asked me if I'd like to see her maisonette
I wired back home for fourpence more, but mother wouldn't part
So I was whacked or as we French say in the a-la-carte

I'm a Froggie, I'm a Froggie, I'm a Frenchie dirty doggy
I speak the French tongue most fluidly,
They all know me when I say "wee wee"
I'm a maisong, I'm a tres bong; that's a can can I'm not sure
The shirt that I'm now wearing is pomme de tearing
I'm a Froggie, I'm a Froggie, I'm a Lancashire main sewer (monsieur)

The Frenchie girls all call me a chick I don't know why
Unless it's my fine feathers that caught their eye
I smiled once at a French girl, she smiled back at me too
But her old man to make things worse had fought at Waterloo

He said we'd have to fight a duel and I turned white as chalk
He gave me choice of weapons so I chose a knife and fork
And as I turned to run away, the coward stabbed me hard
Then picked his missus up and smacked her on the boulevard

I'm a Froggie, I'm a Froggie, I'm a Frenchie dirty doggy
Our knocker-up calls me her "apache",
She gets very rash, swings on my tash
I'm a flirter, bit of skirter, ruined homes lie at my door
The girls call me deceiver, the kids call "viveur" (rake - fast liver)

I'm a Froggie, I'm a Froggie, I'm a Lancashire main sewer
I'm a Froggie, I'm a Froggie, I'm a Frenchie dirty doggy
The girls say when my hat I raise, what polished ways, so mayonnaise
Women chase me and embrace me and I blame my "rougette noix" (red nut)
They say I make 'em goosey, their eyes go juicy
I'm a Froggie, I'm a Froggie, I'm a Lancashire main sewer