What makes Parry like Parry out to be All the natives agree, Big Alla
Wonderful street where the simple folk meet With the social elite, Big Alla
Sidewalk cafes, waiters' baths, and trays Morning, night, and noon
Taxi cabs, toot while a guy on a flute Fingers clad, Alla
Mademoiselles wink their eyes at the swells With a corner-sized spell, Big Alla
Take it from me when you visit Parry Yes, you better hide, see, Big Alla
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Never blasé, always cheerful and gay With the night-brightest day, Big Alla
There I declare once a bald-headed square Even let down his head, Big Alla
Walk to and fro, and the first thing you know You're in love again
It goes to your head, and unless you are dead Life is dreadful, yes
Yes, yes, subdued is the carnival mood Not a saint, not a crude, Big Alla
Laugh up your sleeve, but my friends you will grieve At the moment you leave, Big Alla