Hymn of hate
ANTONY JAY
You land of Seine and Rhone and Loire And fond illusions of la gloire.
Of gigolos and midinettes And garlic and gauloise cigarettes And haute couture and haute cuisine— You gave the world the guillotine But still we don't know why the heck You had to drop it on our neck.
But what you've done, Mon General, Is sink the entente cordiale.
We're glad of what we did to you At Agincourt and Waterloo.
And now the Franco Prussian war Is something we are strongly for.
So damn your food and damn your wines, Your twisted loaves and twisting vines Your table d'h8te, your a la carte, Your land, your history, your art— Damn Joan of Arc and damn Balzac Both Rousseaus, Douanier and Jean Jacques, Damn Lamartine and Baudelaire, Damn Louis Quinze and damn Flaubert Damn Proust, Cezanne, Corot, Descartes, Villon, Voltaire and Bonaparte.
From now on you can keep the lot.
Take every single thing you've got, Your land, your wealth, your men, your dames, Your places with.those silly names, Your dreams of independent power And stick them up your Eiffel Tower.
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