( song )
We are artists and minstrels,
bards and poets,
loyal servants of Melpomene,
songs and verse.
Even if the fiacres, phaetons
and cabriolets...
At the front entrance
are not waiting for us,
At the front entrance
are not waiting for us,
We have our guitars,
flutes and clarinets,
We have our smiles and
our songs.
And we have the answers
to all your questions,
If the author of this vaudeville
hasn`t answered them himself,
If the author of this vaudeville
hasn`t answered them himself.
The golden-coloured
straw hat,
That the wind blew off
your giddy head...
Could serve you some more,
If only an officer`s horse...
With a grimace of utter
impudence...
With a grimace of utter
impudence...
Wouldn`t chew it up
suddenly.
No big deal, it was just
a straw hat,
A trifle, an old rag.
Not a dress, not a coat,
not a jacket.
But without it a charming
young lady...
Became the object of battles
and dramas,
Became the object of battles
and dramas,
That served the basis for
this plot.
The young ones and especially
the older ones,
Take good care of your straw
hats,
Keep them to the end,
and that`s the whole point.
When there`s thunder
over your head,
Even a wisp of straw...
Even a wisp of straw...
Can play a decisive
role in your life.
( Song )
I`m getting married,
that`s no joking matter.
And I`ll be quite content.
Oh, but you, my good old
friends,
My good old lady-friends,
Don`t waste your tears
crying over me
It breaks my heart to see you
cry, wipe away the tears.
I say to you: ``good-bye``,
I say to you: ``good-bye``,
Until we meet again.
Ivette, Lisette, Musette,
Jeanette, Georgette,
You`ve warmed my heart
like the July sun,
Until you`re with me, I swear,
my song is not over.
Ivette, Lisette, Musette,
Jeanette, mmm... Georgette!
You`ve warmed my heart
like the July sun,
Until you`re with me, I swear,
my song is not over.
I`m getting married, yes,
and all the boys parties...
I`ll have to say ``good-bye`` to.
But you, yes you, the friends
of my happy days,
The friends of my happy days,
You will always be with me.
It breaks my heart to see you
cry, wipe away the tears.
I say to you: ``good-bye``,
I say to you: ``good-bye``,
Until we meet again.
Ivette, Lisette, Musette,
Jeane... Georgette!
You`ve warmed my heart
like the July sun,
Until you`re with me, I swear,
my song is not over.
Ivette, Lisette, Musette,
Jeanette.. Oh.. Georgette!
You`ve warmed my heart
like the July sun,
Until you`re with me, I swear,
my song is not over.
Ivette, Lisette, Musette,
Jeanette, Georgette...
Colette, Paulette, Clarette,
Florette, oh... Mariette!
Forward!
Forward!
Forward!
- Fadinard!
- Yes?
- You promise to love my daughter?
- Yes, father.
- Alaine is just a child.
- So am I.
To be honest, at first
I didn`t like you.
- Thank you.
- And Monsieur Baben too.
This dimwit who kisses
everything that moves,
... including my fiancee?
- She`s his cousin.
- That is no pretext, father.
I am an outspoken man,
a gardener.
I told myself: ``Fadinard is
young and handsome,
but this won`t last for long.
However 24 francs a day...
A day!
24 francs of rent a day -
that makes 8660 a year.
A year, yes.
And 8660 a year, provided good
management - is a stable future.
Your daughter is of a
different opinion.
That is right.
I don`t know why, but
she likes you.
What`s so strange about it? I
was always popular with women.
I`ll go ahead to check my
with little nest.
We`ll catch up with you,
Fadinard!
What`s that you`re eating?
Where did you find that?
What is it?
You`ll be sick. I told you to
be careful what you eat.
Where did you find that?
Answer me. Aren`t you
ashamed of yourself?
- My god!
- Good day, Madame.
- He ate my hat!
- That was a hat?
- Hold her.
- Easier said than done.
- It that your horse?
- It is my horse.
Virginie.
- Yes, monsieur.
- The water got cold.
One moment, monsieur.
Old Nightcap!
He can