English words: Jeff Jones

Would you like to dance, Marquise
Would you like to dance the minuet
It most certainly will please you
Will you give me your hand s’il vous plait.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, shall we go dancing
It is so entrancing
Le minuet is the royal polka.

While the marquis sit there so dozy
I’d like to taste of your lovely allure
To kiss your lips so soft and rosy
And show you, dear, about L’Amour.

Ah. Ah, ah, ah, shall we go dancing
It’s so entrancing
The minuet is the royal polka.

I’ll take off your fine dress and laces
And gently loosen up your corselet
She was a big one !
What you call in Paris: a great dame
It’s the moment for embraces
But please let go off your lorgnette.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, shall we go dancing
It’s so entrancing
The minuet is the royal polka.
O sweet emotion, passions fire
It is a blissful moment so divine
When I fulfill my great desire
For darling, now at last…
I love you, I love you
Shall we go dancing…

But what’s wrong, you are hot to handle
You seem no more, no more in my embrace
Why you are melting like a candle
Explain, Marquise, what’s taking place?

Alas Monsieur, I am soft and waxy
And you, you are in the wax museum
It’s hard for us to be so sexy
When we are made of wax, not human
Oh,, oh, oh, oh, there’s no more dancing
No more romancing
Oh. oh. Oh, oh, this is the end of the royal Polka.