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Honore: Look at all the captivating fascinating things there are to do
Gaston: Name two
Honore: Look at all the pleasures all the myriad of treasures we have got
Gaston: Like what?
Honore: Look at Paris in the spring when each solitary thing is more beautiful than ever before
You can hear every tree almost saying 'Look at me!'
Gaston: What color are the trees?
Honore: Green
Gaston: What color were they last year?
Honore: Green
Gaston: And next year?
Honore: Green
Gaston: It's a bore
But now marvel at the pawer of the mighty Eiffel Tower
Knowing there it will remain evermore!
Climbing up to the sky over ninety stories high
Honore: How many stories?
Gaston: Ninety
Honore: What does it matter?
Gaston: It's stunning!
Honore: If you say so
Gaston: It's no bore!
Honore: But now the Seine
Gaston: All it can do is flow
Honore: But think of wine
Gaston: It's red or white
Honore: But think of girls!
Gaston: It's either yes or no
And if it's no or if it's yes it simply couldn't matter less
It's the same dull world wherever you go
Whatever place you are at
The Earth is round
But everything on it is flat!
Honore: Don't tell me Venice has no lure
Gaston: It's a town that needs a sewer
The leaning tower I adore
Honore: Engineering is a bore
But think of a race with your horse in seventh place
Then he suddenly begins and he catches up and wins with a roar!
Gaston: What a bore!
Honore: Then think of lunch beneath the trees
Gaston: Will you excuse me if you please
Honore: You mean you don't want to come
Gaston: The thought of lunch leaves me numb
Honore: But I implore
Gaston: Oh, no Uncle
Both: It's a bore!