[Verse 1]
A young man goes to Paris as ev'ry young man should
Something in air of France that does a young man good

[Chorus]
(Ah, les fraises et les framboises et les bon vins nous avons bus
La, la-la-la, la, la, la-la, la, la-la, la-la-la
Raspberries, strawberries, the good wines we brew
Here's to the girls of the countryside, the ones we drink 'em to)

[Verse 2]
Paris nights are warm and fair; the summer winds are soft
A young man finds the face of love in ev'ry field and loft
(In ev'ry field and loft)

[Chorus]
(Ah, les fraises et les framboises et les bon vins nous avons bus
La, la-la-la, la, la, la-la, la, la-la, la-la-la
Raspberries, strawberries, the good wines we brew
Here's to the girls of the countryside, the ones we drink 'em to)

[Verse 3]
An old man returns to Paris as ev'ry old man must
He finds the winter winds blow cold; his dreams have turned to dust
(His dreams have turned to dust
His dreams have turned to dust)
[Chorus]
(Ah, les fraises et les framboises et les bon vins que avons bus
La, la-la-la, la, la, la-la, la, la-la, la-la-la
Raspberries, strawberries, the good wines we brew
Here's to the girls of the countryside, whom we must bid adieu)