A cafe in Montpellier (incorporating 'Parlez-vous Français?') Songtext
von Andrew Lloyd Webber

Parlez-vous français?
Je suis serre
Parlez-vous français?
I feel bad
How do you say, "Ce soir vous êtes si belle?"
I only know a word or so
Like "cap" and "school"
Je suis fou

Death to him who dares to mention it!

One day Montpellier′s gonna scream

Death to all directors!

To get you back

Parlez-vous français?

Shall I order an espresso?
Or a cappuccino?

Armagnac

Why be bothered? Heaven knows

Myself a prima

I'm such a beast of burden


Armagnac

And a glass of house white for me

Sous le ciel

A week before we meet again

Two weeks before we eat again

Where do I commencer?
If you won′t parlez-vous français with me?

Is that all?

The same again

The same again

He's the man of the hour

Please promise me you'll answer

Am I allowed to join you?

Truthfully, truly?

What′s the question?

You must promise best

I promise, I promise

Rose′s young fan

How old are you?

In three years I'll be twenty


Is this your younger brother?

Is that all?

Seventeen

Is that all?

Another Armagnac

You′re in with a chance there

I have this theory
If you think what those images mean
Then clearly most of Ibsen's subtext is obscene

Seventeen

Makes one very aware

Darling, it′s only two

Johnny LaJeune, encore Johnny

Parlez-vous français?
Je suis serre

Oh, turn that thing off
I don't need some crooner crooning
Or a stage door Johnny swooning
Look, if I′m not very nice to you
It's because I have things to worry me
But thanks for the flowers every night
I'm resting again
That′s what actresses say
When they′re not in a play
You're a long way from England

Yes

And what brings you to Montpellier?

I′m traveling through France until my call up

You mean the army?

May I ask a stupid question?
How will you survive for two weeks?

I'll get along somehow

What, with no money?
May I make a bold suggestion?

And what kind of bold suggestion?

Come away with me, Rose

With you? Where?

I have a villa
Don′t be suspicious
You won't believe it
The view of the Pyrenees
I leave this evening
Come with me

Are you sure you want me to accept?
Very well, then I accept
Here, have some Armagnac
Not another night in this hateful city

You′ll need to pack
We'll meet at the station

I'll pick up my script and my dress
By the way

Yes?

What′s your name?
No, let me guess
Rupert?

No, it′s Alex

Alex, hello, I'm Rose

I know