(La nourriture en Angleterre est horrible, mais) c'est la vie.

[Verse] Oh mon dieu The food in England Sacrebleu It's a disaster So bland and unsavory too From the fish and chips to the mushy peas I'm cursing in French Can't you see? [Verse 2] Mais pourquoi Why must it be this way? No flavor No spice It's just so cliché I long for the taste of my baguette Oh England Your food is my biggest regret [Chorus] C'est la vie Oh là là This food is such a bore C'est la vie Oh là là I can't take it anymore C'est la vie Oh là là Let me have some escargot C'est la vie Oh là là I'll eat foie gras with gusto [Verse 3] Mon dieu, it's such a shame The food here brings me nothing but pain No croissants, no escargot divine Just mushy peas and lukewarm wine [Verse 4] Je ne peux pas croire The horrors I've tasted, I can't ignore I dream of brie, of camembert delight But all I find here is a culinary blight [Chorus] C'est la vie Oh là là This food is such a bore C'est la vie Oh là là I can't take it anymore C'est la vie Oh là là Let me have some escargot C'est la vie Oh là là I'll eat foie gras with gusto [Verse 5] Oh mon amour I miss the flavors of home Here in England, I'm all alone But I'll keep singing, mon cœur Hoping one day, the food will allure [Verse 6] Mais pour l'instant I'll endure this gastronomic plight Dreaming of a French culinary night Until then, I'll keep singing my song Hoping for the day when I'll belong [bridge] [big finish] [Chorus] C'est la vie Oh là là This food is such a bore C'est la vie Oh là là I can't take it anymore C'est la vie Oh là là Let me have some escargot C'est la vie Oh là là I'll eat foie gras with gusto [outro] [fade to end]