To Paris I came as an orphan
And I'm glad to be earning my pay.
And yet, I still see bourgeois favor
The king has got nothing to say.
The people of France are misguided
But oh, what a world could yet dawn
When people shall be
United and free
And all of the chains will be gone!

I am the man who arranges the fans
That the workers are passing back and forth.
Briefly hold them and quickly unfold
Them until they are pointing south and north.
Sometimes it seems that to fold them is fine
And they're going to form a perfect crease.
Then I see that I haven't guessed this
Right. When will we rest? This
Is no peace.
Can I please refold the peak?
Where's the revolution I seek?

I am the man who arranges the men
That are gathering every night to drink.
Come, you abased! We shall not be disgraced
Every Frenchman and woman free to think.
I work so hard in arranging my friends
But the managers never seem to care.
But the people will stand and get what we demand
For we know the new order shall be fair.
Seeking liberty, we are
Crowded in this tiny old bar.

I am the man who arranges the text
As I'm teaching myself to read and write.
The law of the land we should all understand
And it's neatly spelled out in black and white.
I have to fold up this paper all day
And I really don't think I have a choice.
But on my own time it is never a crime
That I want to prepare to raise my voice.
Long live peoples of the world!
Come see our red banner unfurled!

I am the man who arranges the maps
To learn all about tyrannical borders.
They're drawn on a whim and they make me feel grim
But someday we shall have some new world orders.
I am the man who arranges the past
So I learn about Poland and of Greece.
The scholars have said, that Europe is red
Or at least when it is, our wars will cease.
Love shall live forever more!
We shall end the horrors of war!

I am the man who arranges the chairs
That are building our awesome barricade.
Here's a solution, a new revolution
There isn't a need to be afraid.
I work so hard in arranging the wood
And I haven't the time for pointless fears.
Here's the point of it all, we are building a wall
And we're carving a sign to last for years.
This is not for simple pay
This is how we seize the day!

I am the man who arranges the fans!
But tomorrow, I'll walk the streets to mourn.
The spring is alive
It's a good day to strive
From a general's tomb, the word's reborn.
Come along with me and sing
That we should bring down the king!

I am the man who arranges the swords
That continue to slash from up above.
We're going to fight, it's a heck of a night
But we're marching along to peace and love.
Peace and love, peace and love!

And now the chairs will smash, the guard has cash
We came and went in a bright flash.
But in the rues, it's not bad news
So don't keep singing all the blues.
Things actually went pretty great
At least in early forty-eight
When we said phooey to King Louie
And we won the day.

So let's reform free enterprise
Until the people learn to rise.
Prepare the banners black and red
To stir a cause that's never dead.
We shall amass, through every street
We shall advance and not retreat
We shall arrange the fans so neat
ly in our simple way.

Vivent les peuples!