Lyrics Gregory Porter

Gregory Porter

French African Queen

I was walking round in Paris

Near the [?] Zanzibar

Said the woman at the front door

"Do you know the place you are?

This place is from the fancy

I don't think you fit the scene

You're just an American Black boy

I'm a French African Queen"

And she was tall and statuesque

She looked straight over my puzzled head

She said "Don't make me get real ugly

You heard just what I said"

"I've got music for the people

I must fulfill my precious dream

To bring blues from America

To the French African queen"

"Ah, oui ou!i"

I was walking round in Paris

Near the [?] Zanzibar

Said the woman at the front door

"Do you know the place you are?

This place is from the fancy

I don't think you fit the scene

You're just an American Black boy

I'm a French African Queen"

And she was tall and statuesque

She looked straight over my puzzled head

She said "Don't make me get real ugly

You heard just what I said"

"I've got music for the people

I must fulfill my precious dream

To bring blues from America

To the French African queen"

"Hear my words were not so different

Land and language in the way

We feel the same human feelings

With different words we say

We are fruit from the same tree

I think you know just what I mean"

"I am your American Black boy

You're my French African queen"