Lyrics: In your wild Parisian nights On jaded dance floors Dance the Messalines, full glasses Of stale Veuve Clicquot Incandescent under the spotlights Their mouths shining like flint To the fire of a Marlboro Light Glowing Carmine Carmex cigarette butt In your wild Parisian nights Nonchalantly, the gringos roam Spoiled rich kids, pale eyelids With slicked-back hair They come out from the ladies' restroom A little blood under their nostrils Something like a melancholy Cut with turpentine Ah ah ah! What a laugh we're having in Paris Oh oh oh! What a fun in Paris! In your wild Parisian nights A showbiz soldier From the Baby Doll Mondaine To the press matador They wander like lost cats In search of a Romeo A sign or an extended hand They would love to be in the photo In your wild Parisian nights You only get in if you have the right disguise A quirky guy, British, bohemian Or even a German rocker Because it's earned to end up here In this Prisunic New York But if you have the look and the checkbook Don't worry, you'll be part of the clique Ah ah ah! What a laugh we're having in Paris Oh oh oh! What a fun in Paris! Julien Doré's song "Soirées Parisiennes" depicts the extravagant and hedonistic nightlife of Paris. The lyrics portray a vivid picture of the party scene in the city, with references to wealthy individuals, drug use, and the pursuit of fame and attention. The song criticizes the shallowness and superficiality of this lifestyle, highlighting the desire to be a part of the glamorous crowd while also acknowledging the emptiness and fleeting nature of these experiences. Overall, the song offers a satirical commentary on the excesses and illusions of Parisian nightlife.
