Ma chère mademoiselle, it is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. And now, we invite you to relax. Let us pull up a chair as the dining room proudly presents your dinner. Be our guest, be our guest, put our service to the test. Tie your napkin round your neck, sherry, and we'll provide the rest. Soup du jour, or hors d'oeuvres, while we only live to serve. Try the great stuff, it's delicious, don't believe me? They can sing, they can dance, after all, sir, this is France. And a dinner here is never second best. Go on, unfold your men, you take a glance and then you'll be our guest, be our guest, be our guest. Beef ragout, cheese soufflé, fire pudding or flambé. We'll prepare and serve a flair, a culinary cabaret. You're alone and you're scared, but the banquets are prepared. No one's gloomy or complaining, while the flatware is entertaining. We tell jokes, I do tricks, for my fellow candlesticks. And it's all in perfect taste that you can bake. Come on and lift your glass, you've won your own free pass to be our guest. If you're stressed, it's fine dining we suggest. Be our guest, be our guest, be our guest. Life is so unnerving for a servant who's not serving. He's not whole without a soul to wait upon. Ah, those good old days when we were useful. Suddenly, those good old days are gone. Ten years we've been resting, needing so much more than best. Needing exercise, a chance to use our skills. Most days we just lay around the castle. Flabby, fat and lazy, you walked in and oopsie daisy. Be our guest, be our guest, our command is your request. It's been years since we've had anybody here, and we're obsessed. With your meal, with your ease, yes indeed we aim to please. While the candlelight's still glowing, let us know you will keep going. Course by course, one by one. Till you shout enough and done. Then we'll sing you off to sleep as you digest. Tonight, you've got your fill. But for now, let's eat up. Be our guest, be our guest, be our guest, be our guest.