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.