Oh, give me lamb, lots of lamb under stirry fries above,
Don't French Me In
Let me pile "thousand Isle" on a salad that I love,
Don't French Me In

So let the oil on the shelf, let the fryer freeze
And bake or mash or scallop, boil, or casserole these,
Serve me armadillo, but I beg you please
Don't French Me In

Just serve me goose, side of noodle, even strudel
Ain't one of those gourmet guys
On my au jus, bring au graten, even rotten,
Still my taste will appetize

I want to glide to the fridge where the zest commences,
Do glazed macaroons until I lose my senses,
But I can't look at bottles, pans, or bags of french's
Don't French Me In