Part One : One Night In Paris Sacre bleu! Bonjour, monsieur, Paris really welcomes you. It's the best room in the house. It's 40 francs a night, alright? It's crazy, it isn't worth a centime. I'll take it. Merci, monsieur Rouged lips in the gaslight A great view of the hall That's the way the croissant crumbles after all Paris is only one step away Les girls are out on bail Tres bien, there's love for sale Oh my cheri, wish you were mine And I'll show you a wonderful time For the price of a cheap champagne I'll show it you once again One night in Paris is like a year in any other place One night in Paris will wipe the smile off your pretty face One girl in Paris is like loving every woman One night in Paris, one night in Paris One night in Paris may be your last!
Part Two : The Same Night In Paris
Is he gonna buy? Hey, you wanna little culture? Is he gonna pay? Maybe Monsieur is into photographs, non? Or is he gonna fall in love the all American way? I got a watch wiz a beautiful Swiss movement Is he gonna buy? Oh forget ze watch, I'll show you a good time! Is he gonna pay? Le connoisseur, want something different? Or is he gonna fall in love the all American way? Oh you know you ain't no Casanova You can't even do the Bossa Nova Or the Tango or the Samba! Though you are so very charming, no you ain't no Casanova! Is he gonna buy, is he gonna buy? Is he gonna pay, is he gonna pay? Or is he gonna fall in love the all American way? Sometimes I think he will, but then again... One night in Paris is like a year in any other place One night in Paris will wipe the smile off your pretty face Try a girl in Paris, but try one of mine Each night in Paris, each night in Paris Each night in Paris may be your last!
Part Three : Later The Same Night In Paris
Forty two, quarante-deux, Rue de Saint Jacques All our girls are, how you say, good in the sack I was a stripper on the Champs-Elysees He was a Gendarme in the Gendarmerie Going ooh la la la ooh la la la la ahh He was a pimp in a black beret But he was an artiste in his own way Going ooh la la la ooh la la la la ahh When they raided my club that night, that night They ruined my act with the leather umbrella The Chief of Police got a fright, got a fright He was up in my boudoir with some other fella Ooh it's only routine But I got this feeling it ain't good for business Then the floor cleared, a woman screamed to herself Henri... though you're not the toast of Paris, I love you Although you bed and beat me, Henri Leave it alone for the Gendarme's just doing his job Paris is only one step away, murder is only one step away Notre Dame is ringing her bells Another gendarme has gone to Hell To Hell, to Hell to Hell, to Hell To Hell, to Hell to Hell One night in Paris is like a year in any other place One night in Paris will wipe the smile off your pretty face One girl in Paris is like loving every woman This night in Paris, this night in Paris This night in Paris may be your last!
New Order took the title for "Blue Monday" from an illustration, which read "Goodbye Blue Monday," in the Kurt Vonnegut book Breakfast Of Champions. The image referred to the invention of the washing machine improving housewives' lives.