Gaston: She's so gay tonight She's like spring tonight She's a rollicking, frollicking thing tonight So disarming, soft and charming She is not thinking of me No, she's not thinking of me In her eyes tonight There's a glow tonight They're so bright they could light Fountainbleu tonight She's so gracious So vivacious She is not thinking of me Bless her little heart Crooked to the core Acting out a part What a rollicking, frollicking bore She's such fun tonight She's a treat tonight You could spread her on bread She's so sweet tonight So devoted, sugar-coated That it's heart-warming to see Oh, she's simmering with love Oh, she's shimmering with love Oh, she's not thinking of me She is not thinking of me Someone has set her on fire Is is Jacques? Is it Paul or Leon? Who's turning her furnace up higher? Oh she's hot but it's not For Gaston Oh, she's gay tonight Oh, so gay tonight A gigantic romantic cliche tonight How she blushes How she gushes How she fills me with ennui She's so ooh la la la la So untrue la la la la Oh, she's not thinking of me