The dogs in France say waf waf!nThey ask me for my autographnThey took me for a little stroll-nWe talked about love and rock 'n' rollnnAnd when these dogs are good, these dogs are very very good.nAnd when these dogs are bad, these dogs are awful.nAnd though they may be small, they're still handy in a fightnBut even so, their bark's worse than their bite.nnI met a boy called Jean-PierrenHe put some flowers in my hairnHe asked if he could hold my handnI said I'm not that kind of girl, but he didn't seem to understandnnAnd when these dogs are good, these dogs are very very goodnAnd when these dogs are bad, these dogs are awful.nAnd though they may be small, they're still handy in a fightnBut even so, their bark's worse than their bite.nnThe dogs in France say waf waf!nThey ask me for my autographnThey took me for a little stroll-nWe talked about love and rock 'n' rollnnWe went on down to MarseillesnAt every disco on the waynI told them they should take their time,nBut they didn't heed my warning, just ordered another double vodka, soda and lime.