The History of French Cuisine

You are not what you seem
you, my dear, you are a dream
just like those films we've never seen
where the blues, they change to green

Your eyes turn over like scenes
the pages in a magazine
faces of ben vereen
the history of french cuisine

The gluttony and peacocks, they preen
you are a vicious queen
the summer shade of new orleans
where the blues, they change to green

Your eyes turn over like scenes
the pages in a magazine
faces of ben vereen
the history of french cuisine

A tuneless song for lovers to sing
and the kind of eyes that see in my dreams

Well you are not as you seem
you, in fact, are a dream
just like those films that we've never seen
where the blues, they change to green

Your eyes turn over like scenes
the pages in a magazine
faces of ben vereen
the history of french cuisine

A tuneless song for lovers to sing
and the kind of eyes,
they see in kid congo's dreams

I said good bye good bye
I said au revoir au revoir
I said good by by by by by by by by by
good bye... good bye