Ça Ira: "Flushed With Wine..."

Flushed with wine Marie Antoinette Casts down her red, white and blue rosette An impetuous and dangerous vignette And then with her charming little shoe She grinds the precious symbol underfoot What a lark, what a hoot, the regiments all follow suit, the regiments The regiments The regiments The regiments The regiments all follow suit Red, white and blue and they all follow suit Red, white and blue and they all follow suit In Paris there is nothing to eat Not a crust, not a crumb Not a grain of wheat They think that starving may weaken the man in the street Not a chance, they're used to the heat In Versailles they drink wine and dine on freshly baked bread The peaco*k sprawls upon his bed We choke on the bones of swallowed pride instead Soon they'll see what a feast they've made A bitter feast For the Parisians, (for the Parisians) These hags, these shrews, these courtesans These animals we call women Are marching through the pouring rain To bring the baker home again Louis protests; he cries Veto, veto! I'll give you all bread if you just let me go These fishwives with their babies These animals called ladies Have carried back here to Paris The King, The Queen, and The Dauphin Versailles has loomed to the regiments' final bow Versailles bloomed All fawning before The Austrian cow Fawning on bended knee The party's over Take down the marquee Hang up your dancing shoes in the hanging tree We'll take the baker back to Paris Back to Paris He'll make bread for the prince we decree The shrews, the hags and the courtesans The animals we call women Will take back the King to Paris The crowd now seven thousand strong Bore the royal coach along With trophies raised on pikes above The guardsman's heads they had cut off Adieu Versailles It rains, it pours, the crowd roars Bonjour Paris Adieu Versailles Bonjour Paris, adieu Versailles