Cocktail Counterpoint Lyrics - Singles - Original Off-broadway Cast Recording

Jean-Michel 

No, you're with the French Foreign Service 

George 

Sir 

I joined the Foreign Legion with a sabre in my hand 

I crawled across the desert with my belly in the sand 

With men who loved their camels and their brandy and I swear 

Nobody dished 

Nobody swished when I was a Foreign Legionnaire 

Would you like an hors d'oeuvre? 

Let me help 

How adorable these dishes are 

Are these youngsters playing together? 

They look like Greeks 

Oh, no, no, there wouldn't be any Greeks on my plate 

Unless they weren't washed well 

Well, young boys in any case 

No, there must be girls too. This is a mixed service 

Oh, what lovely dishes 

They're so delicate and frail 

Mine have naked children 

I believe they're only male 

Oops! I think they're playing some exoctic, little game 

Oops! I think that "Leap-frog" it is the name 

Anyway, she's very sorry 

This is even worse than I feared 

The son is strange 

The father is weird 

To meet the wife, I'm actually afraid 

I prefer that Anne remain an old maid 

My wife and I are devoted couple 

And my son knows how much I love him and to what extremes 

But my wife Oh I love her like an ani-mal 

It's apalling to confess 

Our new in-laws are a mess 

She's a prude, he's a prig 

She's a pill, he's a pig 

So zis zis zis for you, Papa 

I joined the Foreign Legion with a sabre in my hand 

I crawled across the desert with my belly in the sand 

With men who loved their camels and their brandy and I swear 

Nobody dished 

Nobody swished when I was a Foreign Legionnaire 

Oh, what lovely dishes 

They're so delicate and frail 

Mine have naked children 

I believe they're only male 

Oops! I think they're playing some exoctic, little game 

Oops! I think that "Leap-frog" it is the name 

This is even worse than I feared 

The son is strange 

The father is weird 

To meet the wife, I'm actually afraid 

I(he) prefer(s) that Anne (I) remain an old maid 

It's apalling to confess 

Our new in-laws are a mess 

She's a prude, he's a prig 

She's a pill, he's a pig 

So zis zis zis for you, Papa 

I joined the Foreign Legion with a sabre in my hand 

I crawled across the desert with my belly in the sand 

With men who loved their camels and their brandy and I swear 

Nobody dished 

Nobody swished when I was a Foreign Legionnaire 

Oh, what lovely dishes 

They're so delicate and frail 

Mine have naked children 

I believe they're only male 

Oops! I think they're playing some exoctic, little game 

Oops! I think that "Leap-frog" it is the name 

This is even worse than I feared 

The son is strange 

The father is weird 

To meet the wife, I'm actually afraid 

I(he) prefer(s) that Anne (I) remain an old maid 

It's apalling to confess 

Our new in-laws are a mess 

She's a prude, he's a prig 

She's a pill, he's a pig 

So zis zis zis for you, Papa 

Here's mother