French African Queen

I was walking round in Paris Near the Fouquet Zanzibar Said the woman at the front door "Do you know the place you are? This place is from the fancy I don't think you fit the scene You're just an American Black boy I'm a French African Queen" And she was tall and statuesque She looked straight over my puzzled head She said, "Don't make me get real ugly You heard just what I said" "I've got music for the people I must fulfil my precious dream" "To bring blues from America To the French African queen" "Ah, oui-oui" I was walking round in Paris Near the Fouquet Zanzibar Said the woman at the front door "Do you know the place you are? This place is from the fancy I don't think you fit the scene You're just an American Black boy I'm a French African Queen" And she was tall and statuesque She looked straight over my puzzled head She said, "Don't make me get real ugly You heard just what I said" "I've got music for the people I must fulfil my precious dream I bring blues from America To the French African queen" "Hear my words were not so different Land and language and the way We feel the same human feelings With different words, we say We are fruit from the same tree I think you know just what I mean" "I am your American Black boy You're my French African queen"