With a queer name, not a clear name,
Pigalle is quite content.
As the name goes, so it's fame grows;
All over the continent.
It's just a part of the city,
Part of the heart of Paree,
Not to be there is a pity.
Won't you visit Pigalle with me?
What makes Paree, like Paree ought to be? All the natives agree,
Pigalle.
Wonderful street, where the simple folks meet with the social elite,
Pigalle.
Sidewalk cafes, waiters balancing trays, Morning, night and noon.
Taxicabs toot, while a guy on a flute fingers "Claire de lune."
Madamoisells wink their eyes at the swells, Where the corner sign spells,
Pigalle.
Take it from me, when you visit Paree, Yes you better had see
Pigalle.
