[GASTON]
She's so gay tonight
She's like spring tonight
She's a rollicking, frolicking 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 Fontainebleau tonight
She's so gracious
So vivacious
She is not thinking of me
Bless her little heart
Crooked to the core
Acting out her part
What a rollicking, frolicking 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 heartwarming 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 it Jacques or Paul or Léon?
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 cliché 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