From burlesque “Whoop Dee Doo”, 1903
Words by Edgar Smith
Music by Alfred Muller-Norden
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Blase globe trotters are said to remark
“See Paris, old chap and die”
Which sounds like a pointer on suicide
That isn’t worth while to try
The gentlemen probably mean to say
That life of the brand “Tra-la”
Is served in the most satisfactory way
In Paree on the boulevard
Chorus:
Houp la! La joie et la frivolite, my boy
And there in the air, girls everywhere
And lingerie to make a fellow stare
Come ca, come ca, oh la, la Houpla
The paradise of jollity
You may seek near and far
But you will find the home of la Vie
Is on the boulevard
- Al fresco table, Cafe de la Paix
An absinthe and cigarette
A dreamy impression pervades your mind
That all the world’s in your debt
Borne on the breeze of the Summer night
Comes a strain from the grand opera
You’re king for an hour
Tho’ you have not a sous
In Paree on the boulevard
Sung here by Laurence Rubenstein: