Anatole of Paris

Danny Kaye as Anatole of Paris

Song lyrics to‚ Anatole of Paris, written by Sylvia Fine, sung by Danny Kaye in‚ The Secret Life of Walter Mitty

Danny Kaye as Anatole of Paris

It all began when I was born a month too soon
My ma was frightened by a runaway saloon
Pa was forced to be a hobo
Because he played the oboe
And the oboe it is clearly understood
Is an ill wind that no one blows good
I’ll never forget the morning that Grandpa ate the awning
To impress a pretty lady who went for men that were shady
Then my Uncle Josia lit the Chicago fire
Ran off to Hawaii with the O’Leary cow
Which his loving wife resented and thereupon invented
A rolling pin that strikes and then says pow

And I’m the result of the twisted eugenics
Of this family of inbred schizophrenics
The end of a long long line of bats
I design women’s hats

I’m Anatole of Paris
I shriek with chic
My hat of the week
Cause 6 divorces, 3 runaway horses

I’m Anatole of Paris
The hats I sell make husbands yell
Is that a hat or a two-room flat
Let me get my paw on a little piece of straw
And viola!

A chapeau, at 60 bucks a throw
It’s how I pull and chew on it
The little things I do on it
Like placing yards of lacing or a bicycle built for two on it

The little ones, the big ones
The sat on by a pig ones
The foolish ones that perch
And the ghoulish ones that lurch

The one called whiskey sour
Designed for the cocktail hour
A little snip, a potato chip
And a trifle off the Eiffel tower

I’m Anatole of Paris I must design
I’m just like wine
I go to your head
Give me thread and the needle

I itch, I twitch to stitch
I’m a glutton for cutting
For putting with a button
To snip and pluck, nip and tuck
Fix and trim, plan the brim
Tote that barge, lift that bail

And why do I sew each new chapeau
With a style they most look positively grim in
Strictly between us, entre-nous
I hate women.

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