Lou of France, she's his wife; soon she'll be losing her life.
"See that girl? Lop that bean!" She is not Danton's queen.

'89 and the Bastille blows;
Populace will be donning Robes'.
So now the bright blade's been tuned up
And the rope will swing
To lop off noggin of the king.
I would sure hate to be that guy--
Won't be hung, but a head less high.
And his Austrian beaut gets
The cut most unkind.
They will say "adieu" to France;
They will get no last chance.

She isn't Danton's queen; too bad she'd meet Louis XVI.
Danton's queen?! He'll treat her to the guillotine.
Lou of France, she's his wife; beauty will soon lose her life.
"Cleave that girl! No more seen!" She is not Danton's queen.

The cake-eater will soon be gone,
Cleaved of her head and spat upon.
They will not spawn another; the regime is through.
They will bid "adieu" to France;
Lou's a-dooing his pants.

She isn't Danton's queen; he's got new ideas for regime.
Danton's team may treat you to the guillotine.
Loose in France, scenes of strife; beaucoup are losing their life.
"Cleave that churl!" That's the scream. Detached is Danton's bean.