Tonight we sleep on silken sheets
We drink fine wine, and eat rare meats
On Carrousel and gambling stake
Our fortunes speed, and dissipate.
It's candle light and chandelier,
It's silver plate and crystal clear.
It's serenade and Sarabande
The nights we stay at Hotel Grande.

Tonight we dine at Hotel Ritz.
(A golden dish with every wish).
It's mirrored walls, and velvet drapes,
Dry champagne, and bursting grapes.
Dover sole, and Oeufs Mornay,
Profiteroles and Peach Flambé,
The waiters dance on finger tips
The nights we dine at Hotel Ritz.

One more toast to greet the morn
The wine and dine have danced till dawn.
Where's my Continental Bride?
We'll Continental slip and slide.
An early morning pinch and bite -
(These French girls always like to fight)
It's serenade and Sarabande,
The nights we stay at Hotel Grande.
Les nuits qu' on passe à l' Hôtel Grande.