Rue De Lappe Lyrics

On a dark Parisian street
Where all the smart Parisians meet
I hear a favorite home-town beat
My feet give in
I start to spin

I can't make out a word they sing
But it's the most amusing thing
To watch those French kids try to swing
On the Rue de Lappe

Oh how they hate us
How they negate us in the press
Well let them negate us
There's no debate 'cus
They can't do what we do best

Watch them gawk and watch them glare As I float by like Fred Astaire
Bound for some strange pied-a-terre
On the Rue de Lappe

They'll analyze us
And they'll despise till they're blue
Well let them despise us
That's no surprise 'cus
They can't dance the way we do

So hit me with that East Coast jive
How sweet it is to be alive
Lafayette we have arrived
On the Rue de Lappe
On the Rue de Lappe
On the Rue de Lappe

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