The Girl Of The U.S.A.

Oh! the maidens of France are certainly fine,          And I think every fellow will state     That the 'what-you-may-call-it' coiffured way          They put up their hair is great!     And they know how to dress, and they wear their clothes          In a fetching, Frenchy way;     And yet to me, there is just one girl -          The girl of the U.S.A.     I like to listen when French girls talk,          Though I'm weak in the 'parlez-vous' game;     But the language of youth in every land          Is somehow about the same,     And I've learned a regular code of shrugs,          And they seem to know what I say!     But the girl whose voice goes straight to my heart          Is the girl of the U.S.A.     I haven't a word but words of praise          For these dear little girls of France;     And I will confess that I've felt a thrill          As I faced their line of advance!     But I haven't been taken a prisoner yet,          And I won't be, until the day     When I carry my colours to lay at the feet          Of a girl of the U.S.A.