Verse 1: First things first, I’m pretentious (pretentious)
Know that all the coolest people Frenches (yeah, we’re Frenches)
And to think otherwise is senseless
We the best around, think that’s the general consensus (right, right)
You should want a nation like this (huh?)
Croissants and Ménage à trois are so bliss (yeah!)
Forget Spain, forget Greece, forget Swiss
Don’t speak with tongue in cheek, unlike the way we kiss (how we kiss)
Stinkin’ bad eight weeks straight, never take baths (never)
Win wars like we bringin’ ’45 back (what?!)
Curl those hairs in, that’s a mustache!
Champagne sippin’, you should taste that

Chorus: I’m so France-y
Don’t you ask cuz Oui!
I’m in the fast rue
From Paris to Normandy
I’m so France-y
Have you tried our toast?
The food here is great
So we boast

Verse 2: I put mustard on breakfast
The label says “French’s”
Can’t stand pretenders, who perfume their stenches
Let’s bet on the roulette, and crunch on a baguette
Actin’ all rude or just puff on a cigarette
We have great class with such ease
My mustache makin’ me sneeze
Can you hear love in the air? So much Ménage à trois in that chair
We all ride bikes got no keys
Each meal is wine and rank cheese
And I hate that man that won so much fame
The one that’s missing testes
Now tell me who that? Who that?
That do that? Do that?
Got those yellow bracelets on, looks just like goose fat, goose fat
Do you smell I-C-K-Y, lets gals pit hair grow
I been workin’, I’m up in here with some choice merlot

Chours: I’m so France-y
Check out my beret!
And our food’s so great
From foie gras to crème brûlée
I’m so France-y
I eat escargot
Just go have a taste
Escar-gross!

Bridge: Stay at hostels
Let’s get crepes at the brunch buffet
Get macarons
Tastes so good, it must be meringue
Yeah, keep on saying we smell
America’s smoking, you’re high as Eiffel
French look good in pastels
Millet, Moliere, our artists are swell
Pow!

Verse 3: Still stunned, have déjà vu?
Got the whole world lovin’, Pepé Le Pew
French girls, young Jack, will paint you
Look at’em, I bet you wishing you could paint too
Chandelier’s the way we light it up
Vanilla so good, wishin’ you could buy it up
Gonna print our money
Burnin’ euros, and bringin’ back the franc like

Chorus: I’m so France-y
Yes we smell like feet
Good food’s all we’ve got
Like fruit torts and crisp pommes frites
Come be France-y
Cuz we have such zest
Remember the name
France is best

Outro: Smell that, smell that I-C-K-Y
Smell that, smell that I-C-K-Y
Smell that, smell that I-C-K-Y
Sm-sm-Smell that, smell that I-C-K-Y
Smell that, smell that I-C-K-Y
Smell that, smell that I-C-K-Y
Oh….