Gaston:
She's so gay tonight
She's like spring tonight
She's a rollicking, frollicking thing tonight
So disarming, soft and charming
She is not thinking of me
No, she's not thinking of me

In her eyes tonight
There's a glow tonight
They're so bright they could light
Fountainbleu tonight
She's so gracious
So vivacious
She is not thinking of me

Bless her little heart
Crooked to the core
Acting out a part
What a rollicking, frollicking bore!

She's such fun tonight
She's a treat tonight
You could spread her on bread
She's so sweet tonight
So devoted, sugar-coated
That it's heart-warming to see
Oh, she's simmering with love
Oh, she's shimmering with love
Oh, she's not thinking of me!
She is not thinking of me
Someone has set her on fire
Is is Jacques?
Is it Paul or Leon?
Who's turning her furnace up higher?
Oh she's hot but it's not
For Gaston!

Oh, she's gay tonight
Oh, so gay tonight
A gigantic romantic cliche tonight
How she blushes
How she gushes
How she fills me with ennui!
She's so ooh la la la la
So untrue la la la la!
Oh, she's not thinking of me!