How would you like to be,
A Scouser in Gay Paris,
Walking along on the banks of the Seine,
Winning the European Cup once again.
We'll go up the Eiffel Tower,
And stay up there half an hour,
Cos we won't be too late,
When we celebrate,
We're the Scousers in Gay Paris.
We'll visit the Follies Bergere,
They like to see Scousers there,
The woman are lovely,
With skin like a peach,
But they'll never move it like Kenny Dalglish.
How would you like to be.
A Scouser in Gay Paris.
