"Flushed with Wine..." (English Version)

Flushed with wine Marie Antoinette
Casts down her red, white and blue rosette
An impetuous and dangerous vignette

And then with her charming little shoe
She grinds the precious symbol underfoot
What a lark, what a hoot, the regiments all follow suit, the regiments

The regiments

The regiments

The regiments

The regiments all follow suit

Red, white and blue and they all follow suit

Red, white and blue and they all follow suit

In Paris there is nothing to eat

Not a crust, not a crumb
Not a grain of wheat

They think that starving may weaken the man in the street

Not a chance, they're used to the heat

In Versailles they drink wine and dine on freshly baked bread

The peaco*k sprawls upon his bed

We choke on the bones of swallowed pride instead
Soon they'll see what a feast they've made
A bitter feast
For the Parisians, (for the Parisians)

These hags, these shrews, these courtesans
These animals we call women
Are marching through the pouring rain
To bring the baker home again

Louis protests; he cries

Veto, veto! I'll give you all bread if you just let me go

These fishwives with their babies

These animals called ladies
Have carried back here to Paris
The King, The Queen, and The Dauphin

Versailles has loomed to the regiments' final bow
Versailles bloomed
All fawning before

The Austrian cow
Fawning on bended knee
The party's over
Take down the marquee

Hang up your dancing shoes in the hanging tree
We'll take the baker back to Paris
Back to Paris

He'll make bread for the prince we decree
The shrews, the hags and the courtesans
The animals we call women
Will take back the King to Paris
The crowd now seven thousand strong

Bore the royal coach along
With trophies raised on pikes above
The guardsman's heads they had cut off

Adieu Versailles

It rains, it pours, the crowd roars

Bonjour Paris

Adieu Versailles

Bonjour Paris, adieu Versailles